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Sam
I adore Stacey McGill. I really do. She is sophisticated, smart, gorgeous and super-cool. Who cares if she's only a freshman? She certainly doesn't seem it. Unlike a lot of girls. Say, my sister Kristy. Still, nothing could have prepared me for the big surprise in math that day- Stacey was in my class! I did a double take.
"Stacey, what are you doing here?" I hissed.
"Whatever you think I'm doing here," Stacey said, licking her lips. She sat down on the desk next to me, and I could see that her top was filled out very nicely indeed.
"No, really."
"Watson arranged for me to-"
We had to stop there because the math teacher came in. I'd had him before, he was an old geezer called Mr. Harris. He mumbled a few words at us then threw us our textbooks and wrote a few things up on the board and told us to copy them down. As I glanced around, I could see all my friends grinning at me. Not cheesy grins, like last year. Now that we were sixteen, we no longer had to make fun of each other about girls. We were older. In fact, most of my friends are jealous of me, because I'm rich and I have a hot (but young) girl after me. Some kids say Stacey only likes me because of the whole money thing, but we liked each other way before Watson came into the scene.
"I see some new faces here." said Mr. Harris. "Please introduce yourselves to me."
Well, Stacey turned out to be the only 'new face'.
"The name's Stacey McGill." she said dramatically. Mr. Harris nodded and wrote it down.
"I'll be back in a few minutes. Copy what's on the board." he said.
He then left the classroom, obviously in need of a cigarette.
Stacey crossed her legs and turned towards me.
"So, Sam," she said in a loud voice, so that everybody in the class could hear. "What are you doing this weekend?"
"Um-"
"Meet me outside the caf at lunch." she said in a stage whisper. Everybody in the classroom started clapping. Well, until Mr. Harris came back in. His ciggie break obviously hadn't lasted too long.
"What? What's going on here?" he snapped.
"Oh nothing, Mr. Harris." spoke Stacey.
But I could have sworn she winked at him.