Jawan smiled, and drew a red line through a wrong answer on an exam paper he was grading. Since he’d given Deahnna his cell number, every time his cell phone rang, Jawan had looked at it with eager anticipation, hoping it would be her. There’d been an instant chemistry between them, and his hope was that she’d felt it too, thereby prompting her to call him the next day, even though he knew the chances of that were slim because rarely did anyone ever call the very next day or, sometimes, even the day after that. But she’d said she’d been on the go all weekend, and Jawan could tell by the tone in her voice that she’d felt the connection too. He had no doubt that had her days not been so hectic, he would have heard from her sooner. He smiled again, but then quickly frowned as he drew red lines through another two wrong answers. It was Eduardo’s paper. His shoulders dropped a bit as he let out a breath filled with disappointment. No matter how hard he tried, he just couldn’t seem to convince Eduardo that life didn’t end after high school.
