They’d been sitting there for what felt like hours, even though realistically it had probably only been about fifteen minutes. The assembly wasn’t what was bothering her, though. It was the fact that somehow, between the conglomerate that was jocks and qbs her and Dalton had ended up sitting right next to each other -- without even so much as a glance. Maybe it was her imagination but she thought she saw him blushing, too. “Hey.” Claire had finally leaned to whisper next to his ear when she couldn’t take the silence anymore. “How’s your family?” She’d asked her mother yesterday if she’d heard anything about their old pals the Enfields -- a question which had earned concern from the lady Billings since the last time that name was in Claire’s mouth, she’d been dating Dane. But there was nothing. Now, Claire had her theories on why Dalton would’ve lied to leave their outing early... the main one being that he’d spooked, which seemed likely given the way he was avoiding her.
