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“Despite the obvious class differences, are you enjoying the dance program?”

“I love it. I’m learning so much and can keep up with the lessons.” I smiled dreamily. “I feel most confident when I’m dancing.”

She smiled. “That makes my heart happy.”

“Thanks, Mom.”

We tuned back in to the movie and ate more popcorn. The fact that Star didn’t even shush us during our conversation told me how much she was enjoying it.

When my phone buzzed with a text, I glanced down to see it was from H. Thankfully, Mom had gotten up to use the bathroom and fill her water glass.

You’re killing me, by the way.

How do you mean?I replied. This ought to be good.

Since the other day, I can barely get shit done.

I couldn’t help smiling.I might be having the same problem, but I won’t confirm or deny it.

I’ll take that as a yes,he replied, and I laughed.

I heard your game was a rough one. Sorry about that.

Emil had texted me that they’d lost by a field goal, which had ruined the party atmosphere. It was just as well since it was an away game. Most had gone home or just hung out in the dorms afterward.

Yeah, thanks. Had you been there, you might’ve brought us good luck.

Doubtful. How would you have controlled yourself from running into the stands to make out with me?I teased.

You have a point.

See? I’m smart.

Never thought you weren’t.

That warmed my stomach. It was sort of embarrassing going to him for math help more than once.

So what are you up to tonight?he asked.

I’m watching a thrilling kids’ movie with Star and Mom. Don’t be jealous.

I just might be. The guys are playing poker in Flash’s room, but I haven’t made my way down there yet.

Sounds like fun,I replied, and this time I thought it did. Just hanging out with people you could laugh with sounded pretty good to me. Maybe I’d make sure Pete was around.

Guess I’ll see when I get down there.

I could almost hear the hesitation in his words.

Why does it seem like you’re dragging your feet? It’s okay if you’re not up to it. Or do you feel like you have to because of team-captain status and all?

Maybe, but it’s more than that. It gets to be a bit much. The smack talk about girls and pretending to be into that.

I’m sorry.

No, don’t be. It helps to talk to you.

God, I felt for him. Maybe this was about more than our shared history. Or maybe that history would help build the basis for a decent friendship too. As long as we didn’t ruin it.

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