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"I think that if I had to sleep with one of our teachers it would probably be Mr. Chase," Michelle says as I toss the shell of the sunflower seed in my mouth to the ground beside where we are seated.
"Mr. Chase, really?" I scrunch up my nose. "He's so bulky."
"So what, I like them big. And you know I'm a sucker for arms."
"I like them leaner, I think," I tell her and I let my eyes wander over to the boys who are in the middle of soccer practice. Calum has the ball. "Like, a happy medium you know?"
"Like Ashton?"
"No," I answer quickly. "Ashton and I would never work."
"But you'd sleep with him?"
"I don't know, maybe," I shrug.
"What about Calum?"
"What? Why would you say that?"
"Relax, I'm kidding," she laughs. "You did seem pretty into that kiss though."
"Oh shut up." I toss a handful of sunflower seeds at her and she ends up laughing harder. "Stop it, you're making them look over here."
"Oh, Chandler, what will you do without me when we go off to college in a couple of years?"
"OK ouch."
"You know what I mean," she says. "I don't know what I'll do without you either. Why do people want to leave high school anyway? We have it so good here."
"Some people don't want to live on the outskirts of Santa Cruz for the rest of their lives, Shelly."
"I get that," she nods. "But it's stupid. We have the sun and the ocean."
"Beaches and piers isn't all most people want in life," I say and I stretch out my legs. "Some of us want to leave our mark."
"I leave marks in the sand," she shrugs.
"That's such a load of hippie smack," I laugh. "I'll tell Michael to cut back on how much you get to smoke from now on."
"You wouldn't dare." I smile and lie back on my jacket which is laid out on the grass at the side of the field. I close my eyes but only for a moment because I get water poured over my face and I shoot upright in an instant with a gasp.
I turn to see Luke standing over me with his water bottle in hand and an innocent smile playing on his face. "Luke, you idiot!"
He bursts out laughing along with the rest of our friends who have made it over. "You looked hot."
"I hate you," I whine as I wipe at my wet face.
"You should be thanking him really," Michael chimes in. "It's the wettest a guy has gotten you in the past year."
