me through his dark lashes, and I’d forget what I was saying. He’d laugh at me whenever I had to start all over.
I couldn’t wait to tell Bri. She was so going to freak. I had to go to art class first, though.
After Mr. Owen dismissed us, Trent walked me to my last class.
“It was a nice surprise seeing you here today,” I told him.
“Likewise, Ms. Devoe.”
“Well, thanks for walking me,” I said, as we got to my room much too quickly.
“And thank
you
for walking
me
,” he replied.
I laughed and turned to go inside. I stopped when I realized Trent was following right behind me. I turned around and gave him a “What do you think you’re you doing?” look.
He walked past me and sat at the nearest easel.
“Are you for real? You’re in all my classes?”
“You’re in all
my
classes,” he countered.
I wasn’t sure whether it was too presumptuous to sit next to him. So I stood there awkwardly for a moment, hesitating.
“Are you going to sit down?” Trent asked me as he looked at the seat next to him.
What a relief. I gladly sat down next to him. I set my things on the floor and looked around.
It was more like a warehouse than a classroom, and it was chilly inside from all the huge widows. They let in a ton of light as well. It would be hard to be sad in this place; it was so bright and cheery. The ceiling must have gone up at least twenty feet over our heads. Large air-conditioning ducts ran in and out of the rafters like a giant silver anaconda.
In this class we didn’t just jump right in. Mrs. Frost gave us every last detail about her room. Before the hour was up, we knew every rule and where everything was located. The only thing that made it bearable was that I got to look at Trent now and then.
Ring!
Finally…the bell.
“See you tomorrow,” said Mrs. Frost, without looking up from her desk.
Trent and I walked to the parking lot together.
“So where are you off to?” he asked me.
I nodded toward Bri, who was sitting in her car. She was watching and waved.
“Bri and I were going to hang out.”
“You think we could finally get some coffee later?” he asked.
I smiled. “Wanna pick me up around six?”
“Six is good. See ya then.”
He started to walk away when I called out, “Hey, don’t you need my address?”
He turned back and grinned and entered my address and number in his phone.
“We…have…every…class…together!”
“No way!” Bri screamed.
“Yes way!”
“This is too good too be true.”
“I guess it’s destiny or something. Anyway we’re going on a date tonight!”
“What?”
“Well, sorta. We’re getting coffee. Does that count? As a date?”
“Yes.
Well…
I mean coffee is casual,” Bri said. “Yes! We’re counting this as a date! Definitely.”
“He’s coming by around six to get me. I don’t know how I’m going to the pass time until then. I don’t have any homework, and we don’t have to work today.”
“I know what I’m
not
doing,” said Bri. I gave her a funny look. “Going to the gym. My legs are killing me.”
“Do you think we could do a drive-by on my dad? I really want to talk to him in person. My mom is so bummed. I’m not sure if he’s at work or home, so maybe we could go by both?”
“No prob, babe. I told my mom I’d be home for lunch, though. You can come too. We’ll go spy on your
padre
afterward. I can’t wait to hear how my mom’s interview went this morning.”
“Oh, that’s right,” I said. “Today was the big day.”
“Yeah.”
“How long has she worked for J.T. Construction anyway?” I asked.
“Like five years now. She just wants a change of scenery. She thought she might try answering phones at a bank for a while instead. That’s where she interviewed this morning.”
“How’s the pay?” I asked.
“It’ll be less starting out. She can earn more down the road, though. She promised me a new wardrobe to celebrate if she gets it!”
“Come on, Nina!” I