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“I heard it’s because he knocked up the coach’s niece, so he benched his ass out of spite,” Colin chimes in.
I laugh, “No way, that can’t be true. Have you seen Northwood's coach? Who would fuck anything that would look similar to that?”
Colin turns around and gives a slight wink to Candace, who is two seats behind him. That girl has been pining after him since sophomore year, and he loves to tease her ever since the day she confessed her undying love.
I try to look over to Tate to see who he is talking to at the door, but he’s blocking my view with his technicolor dream coat. Seriously, this guy needs an updated wardrobe.
“So, are we going to this thing or not on Saturday? If you really want to bail, I’ll just come to hang out at your place, and we can order some pizza and play some COD,” Ryan suggests. Mr. Tate makes his way back to his stool and picks up his book.
“Yeah, man, I’m down for a party,” I casually say as Tate starts reading again, and the class goes silent.
There's a slight shift in the room and I’m not sure from what, but something… something feels different. I look over to Colin and Ryan, who are just sitting there. Ryan is paying attention, and Colin is looking at his phone under the desk. I search around the room, and that's when I see a new girl walking carefully to the back of the classroom toward the only empty desk. Her hips sway with every step, and it's hard not to be mesmerized by the way she moves.
She's in leggings and an oversized t-shirt with long sleeves underneath. You can tell she is trying to hide her figure, but when you have made an art of studying the female form as I have, you can quickly tell that she has a rocking body under all that loose fabric. She's bigger, but if I’m being honest, bigger women are my kryptonite. Her long, wavy auburn hair bounces with every step she takes, and when she finally turns around, I see her face. Her fair, sun-kissed complexion gives off this porcelain glow. She’s flawless. Her green eyes start to look at Anton in front of her, and she moves her head around to see what he's holding. She gives a slight smirk and shakes her head, giving a subtle laugh.
I turn back around and try to focus on Mr. Tate. However, I can’t stop but wonder where I’ve seen her before. I quickly glance back once more to see a beauty mark just below her right eye, and that's when it hits me. The girl I have been in love with ever since I was a child is sitting three rows and five seats behind me.
Abigail is back.
I move my arm to nudge Ryan, and it grabs his and Colin’s attention. I mouth the words, “New girl behind us, it's…”
Before I can finish, they are both turned around and Ryan yells out, “FUCK ME! NO FUCKING WAY.”
Her eyes shoot up, and she looks right at Ryan and me. She knows it's us instantly, and now we know for sure it’s her.
It’s our Abby.
“Mr. Masters, you know you can not use that type of language on school grounds. Keep the cussing for the football field, yeah?” Mr. Tate gives an eye to Ryan.
“S-Sorry Mr. Tate, I will gladly keep my shit talking for the football field.”
Tate looks at him again and narrows his eyes.
“I did it again, didn't I?” Ryan asks. The class laughter is muted around me. My attention still focused on Abigail, who is now looking back and forth between my eyes and the back of Ryan’s head.
“Mr. Stevens, if you would please avert your gaze back to the front of the classroom and off of Miss Burns, maybe I can continue with today's reading.”
I turn back around, but not before seeing her cheeks flush and all the girls snapping their heads back to stare at her. It’s a surprise no one broke their necks.
Whispers circulate the room, underlying Mr. Tate’s monologue.
“Who is that?”
“How does he know her?”
“Where did she come from?”
“She’s not even pretty, what got his attention?”
I ignore them as I stare at the clock, counting down the minutes until I can leave this classroom.
What is she doing here? Why has she come back? Where did she go? Why didn’t she say goodbye? All these questions come full blast to the front of my mind. I grab my things and stand up, pushing out my chair.
Mr. Tate starts to call out, “Mr. Stevens, class is not ov-” I point my finger to the clock and continue walking as the bell rings, and I’m out the door.
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abigail
