It’s not the food; it’s that all my friends and I are sprawled on the lawn like always, but every time I look at Sean, I see him not in his shorts and T-shirt, but the way he looked in the locker room. And when that happens, I get sweaty, my breath comes faster, and it seems like I’m having a mild heatstroke. To avoid this, I barely look at him. If I meet his eyes, mine skitter away a second later. I don’t think J.J., Jack, Reenzie, or Taylor notices. Sean, however, totally does. He hasn’t texted me back yet, but he won’t take his eyes off me, and he looks highly amused by my squirming. He even makes it worse by bringing up the morning’s incident in a million different ways, just to make me crazy. “It’s so hot out,” he says, flexing his biceps as he stretches his arms high. “I feel like I could use a shower.” “You had PE,” Reenzie says. “Didn’t you already shower?” “Did I?” he asks, looking right at me. “I guess I forgot.” “Has anyone seen Ames?”
