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“Four.”

“Jesus,” I laughed. “That doesn’t say much for us, does it?”

“Nope.” She grinned back at me. “Not a whole pile. So, what primary school are you coming from?”

“Sacred Heart,” I replied. “You?”

“St. Bernadette’s,” she said with a grimace. “That’s the—“

“All-girls primary school run by the nuns outside of the town?” I winced in sympathy. “Well, that’s shit luck on you, huh?”

“Yep. Eight years with the nuns. Can’t you see my halo shining?”

“Oh yeah, it’s blinding.”

“According to Sister Alphonsus, I should be continuing my education in an all-girls environment,” she mused with a devilish smile. “Apparently, I have a wild streak in me, with a penchant for themale formthat no amount of prayer can eliminate.” She rolled her eyes. “All because I said I thought the guy playing Jesus in a movie they showed us was gorgeous.”

I arched a brow. “Gorgeous?”

“What?” she laughed. “Hewas.”

“Well, it sounds to me like you need to spend less time on your knees praying and more time —“

“Don’t say it,” she warned reaching up to cover my mouth with her hand.

“With themale form,” I chuckled, peeling her fingers off my lips with my hand.

“So, should I spend more time with the male form in general?” she laughed, and somehow our fingers were entwined now. “Or with you? Because it’s safe to say that I’m impressed with the male form standing in front of me.”

“Is that your way of telling me that you don’t have a boyfriend?”

“No, it’s my way of telling you that Iwillhave a boyfriend once you ask me.”

“Jesus.” My heartrate sped up. “You’re not backwards about anything, are you?”

She winked and slid her school bag off her shoulder. “Where’s the fun in that?”

Thrown off kilter by this girl, I took the bag she held out for me and slung it over my free shoulder.

“There,” she said with an approving nod, admiring her bright pink bag on my shoulder. “That should do it.”

“Should do what?”

“Warn the other girls away.”

“Warn the other girls away?” My brows rose up. “Did you justmarkme with your bag?”

“I sure did,” she replied, smiling sweetly up at me before turning on her heels and sauntering off in the direction of the school. “Now, let’s go,baby.”

I laughed, because, in all honesty, what else could I do?

I had a distinct feeling that I would be doing a lot of following after this girl.

Still, my feet moved after her.

FIRST YEAR

THE MONSTERS UNDER MY BED

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