She shook her head as he started asking about the coach. She should have known better than to bring it up. The heck if she knew what the guy coached, all she knew was that no one called him ‘Mr.’ anything, always coach. And it wasn’t like Rosie was gonna go around asking. “I met the councilor my first day. She’s nice. I didn’t know she was married to another teacher though.”
She laughed at him falling over his words about tripping himself up. “I don’t think you’re that dumb, Wyatt. A bit thick maybe, but not dumb.” She tucked her hair behind her ear, knowing full well how dangerous this game she was playing was.
She looked up at him, loosening her grip on the books. Man, she really had been holding them tight. “Um, yeah sure. I think they’d be more relieved to have me out being a teenager instead of moping around.” She laughed the statement off, but she knew it wasn’t that simple. She was too old to pout about life being unfair, she knew it, but something inside her refused to move forward.
She pushed those thoughts away as she held her note book out for him to take. “I promised the theater teacher I would stick around to paint sets anyways, so I guess I’ll see you when you finish up?”











