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It’s honestly been killing me not to go looking for her all day. All I want to do is to see her reaction when I let her know that I’m still thinking about her in that damned black bra. Instead, I’m stuck with the guys, doomed to pretend I still enjoy the bar scene for the night.

I finish primping just as my phone chimes, and I inhale sharply when I see Tenley’s name on my screen instead of one of the guys from our group text. I open the message, my heart quickening. It’s a picture of Ethan and Caidence dressed up for the dance. I relax and smile at the photo, laughing at Ethan’s nervous expression.

JD

They look great. I hope they have a good time.

Tell E to behave himself or else. ;)

TENLEY

They said thanks!

Will you be at the dance?

JD

No, teachers don’t chaperone anymore—too much liability and all. Plus, it’s terribly uncomfortable to watch your students twerk in formal dresses.

TENLEY

*laugh react*

JD

Are you going?

TENLEY

I was, but now I’m on call. I don’t want Ethan to drive himself, so I’m looking for a backup DD, just in case.

JD

I’ll be hanging out in town with some old friends tonight, but I don’t mind if you want to keep me on standby.

TENLEY

Cool, thanks. Hope you have a great time with your friends. You deserve a night out, Coach.

JD

I could say the same for you. But I guess you have to lie low when you’re on call?

TENLEY

Mostly, yeah.

JD

Well, just text me if you need me. Anytime.

TENLEY

*heart react*

Ugh.

We’ve been hovering so close to the edge of that friend zone and making progress with every conversation, even if it’s still painfully slow. Is it so wrong to hope she reads into my messages and assumes I mean for everything to sound more sexy and less friendly?

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