Cole said as he leaned against her locker.“It’s not my fault,” Sarah said. She pulled the quiz out of Cole’s hand, folded it in half and tossed it into her backpack. “That class is just so boring.”He pushed a pained look onto his face. “What? How could you say that? History is fascinating.”She stared at him, waiting for the moment he would shake his head and let her know he was joking. That moment didn’t come. “You like history?”He shrugged, trying to backtrack and reign in some of his enthusiasm. “Yeah. I guess. I mean, as far as classes go. I’m in chemistry and trig right now. They’re both hard as hell. With history? All you have to do is memorize facts. It’s kind of like remembering the plot of a good book.”She gave him her best skeptical look. “You read?”“Well, no, not if I can help it,” he said. “But that’s not helping the point I’m trying to make.”“What is your point?” she asked. b>And why are you at my locker? Again? she silently wondered.
