Chapter 3

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  • Dedicated to Kristen Carsen
                                    

Wow very sorry for the delay. Enjoy. Love you all.
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The day just passed by in a blur. I tried to forget about my embarrassing stunt after lunch in front of Clark but it didn't help that I had a class with him. The entire time I tried to avoid looking at him in case he was looking at me. Hah. What a laughable thought! I tried to focus on the lesson Mr. Ash, our AP Calc teacher, was talking about but I didn't get anything from it. I should really get a tutor. When class ended I ran out of there.

When the end of the school day rolled around, I rushed to try and get to Lana before she left but I missed her. I really wanted to talk to her about Alastair and see what was going on because I was going crazy thinking about it. I decided to just text her to come over after I got home from soccer practice but realized that her and Al were supposed to go to the movies. Danggit, I wanted to speak to her before they went, I didn't want to talk about something so important over text or over the phone. The only thing to do was talk to Alastair instead. I won't tell him anything, I'll just question him on how he feels about her before anything happens! We both have a late start practice today, maybe we can go to frozen yogurt or something. 

I just started walking to my car, pulling out my phone to text him when he popped up next to me. 

"Miaaaaaaaaaaa, want to go to fro-yo before practice?"

"Ohmygoodness I was just about to ask you the same thing! I sort of want to talk to you about something," I responded as he threw his arm around my shoulders.

"Great minds think alike," he said with a wink. "Let's take your car!" 

"Yeah! Let's go!"

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As we walked into the frozen yogurt shop, the first thing that I noticed was the wildly attractive cashier . He was nicely built, about 5'11", (score! taller than me!) with longer brown hair and a killer smile. I just stood by the door for a minute appreciating him when Alastair nudged me. 

"What are you doing?" Alastair asked. 

"Admiring his beauty, what else?" I responded and he gave me this look of disbelief. 

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