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And, I admit, I ith them on both fronts

I had athis afternoon, so I had a sub cos until I return I’ forward to going ho it off

Maybe I can coo home

“You really are chickenshit,” I mutter to myself as I turn toward my classroom I open the door, surprised that it’s dead quiet, and all of the students are sitting at their desks, in roaiting expectantly

“This is like so out of a creepyokay?”

“Sure” She nods to the back of the rooaze, then feel my heart stutter

There, in the back, sitting at a tiny desk, is Zane God, he looks gorgeous in his blue button-down It makes his eyes look even bluer—if that’s possible

I narrow , the children in the front row each hold up a white piece of poster board with black writing

PLEASE JUST TALK TO ME

I read the words and then look back at hi my head as if to say, “Really?”

The second row picks up their signs

HE’S REALLY SORRY, MISS S

“That’s not fair, Zane,” I whisper I have to s hard, so I don’t cry

I prop ns

LIFE’S NOT FAIR SOMETIMES

I feel asps behind me

“How did you know I’d say that?”

It’s the fourth row’s turn now

BECAUSE I LOVE YOU

More tears fill isters panic, and then he races to my side and wraps his arms around me