Page 98 of The Tattered Gloves
“Can one of you help me with this? Is itcorreorcorrió?” she asked, pointing to something in her textbook.
“It’scorre,” I replied, looking over her shoulder after Sam’s blank stare in my direction.
“I’m glad you know because I had no clue. Maybe Mrs. Decker wasn’t the greatest teacher after all.”
Allison’s head flopped back against the couch. “I’m going to fail this class. There goes college. There goes any chance at a career, all because I failed Spanish 101.”
“You’re not going to fail,” I said, walking around the couch to take a seat next to her. “I thought you said you were going to make it your life’s mission to track him down and give him a piece of your mind.” I lowered my voice, trying to impersonate the determined tone she’d had earlier today at lunch.
“I don’t sound like that.” She frowned. “And I couldn’t find him. But I’m heading in early tomorrow. I will find him.”
“See? No need to worry. You’ve got this.”
She stood up, nodding with confidence. “You’re right. I do have this.”
“Good. Now, get back to it!” I demanded, making both of them laugh… me included.
Everything was perfect.
Just the way it was supposed to be.
LIFE SETTLED INTO a nice routine over the next few days. Everyone pitched in to help at the salon while we continued to get as many customers in the door at Page Turners. It was busy, chaotic, and stressful but fulfilling.
Everyone in my life was happy.
Especially Sam.
He’d been given the honor of getting the first haircut at the brand-new store last night, letting Addy have a chance to test-drive all of her equipment after the move. I’d sat in one of the refurbished chairs we’d placed in the waiting area, looking through a magazine about celebrity marriages, as I listened to them talk. I’d tried not to peek.
But maybe that was a bad idea because the moment he’d stepped in front of me?
I was pretty sure my heart had malfunctioned.
Sam had always been cute. No girl at Sugar Tree High would deny that.
But now? Well, he was downright hot. The long, messy tendrils of hair were now cut short and sleek, showing off his square jaw and those mesmerizing eyes.
Like that hot guy fromDivergent, Four?
Sam was that hot… just a little younger.
Since then, I’d been unable to form complete sentences in his presence.
Okay, that was a lie… but the struggle was real, and if I didn’t start paying serious attention in History rather than thinking of my super-hot boyfriend, I was definitely going to miss half the questions on our upcoming final.
I was pretty positive I couldn’t use him as an excuse either.
Just as I was finally starting to get back into the lecture Mrs. Landers was giving on Lewis and Clark, the bell rang, signaling the end of class.
Well, at least I tried.
I quickly gathered my things, shoving my textbook and binder into my backpack along with the pen I’d barely used. As I slung my backpack over my shoulder, I fully expected to see Sam standing in front of me. Instead though was Mrs. Landers.
“I was wondering if I might have a word with you and Sam,” she said.
Oh no. I began to panic.
Had she noticed me staring at him? Is she worried about my grades because of my overwhelming infatuation with the back of my boyfriend’s head?
