from across the room.
Samara turned her head in the other direction, just in time to see Declan come into the classroom. He sat down next to her. “S ince when are you in my class?”
“Since Mr. King couldn’t be here f or gym class,” Samara shrugged.
“Well, that’s cool,” Declan replied. “I feel like we don’t get to see each other that much anymore.” He had a sad look on his face.
“I don’t know what you mean,” Samara said. “We just hung out. Are you tr ying to imply something?”
Declan shook his head. “ Nah, I just miss you lately. T hat’ s all.”
Mrs. King came into the classroom just then. She was wearing a red low-cut dress that Samara thought was a little inappropriate for school. Even though Samara hadn’t had Mrs. King yet, rumor had it that she was nice to the boys. A little too nice.
“ Since we have some extra students, I think we’re going to do things a little bit differently today, class,” Mrs. King said, pulling a chair to the center of the room. “Move your chairs so that you’re si tting in a circle.”
As the sound of chairs being drug across the tile d floor filled the room, Samara moved her own chair. Declan bumped into her from beh ind, and Samara glanced at him.
“Sorry,” Dec lan said. “I’m such a klutz.”
Samara gave him a small smile, but ignored the weird feeling that had formed in the pit of her stomach. Something about bumping into Declan made her feel . . . good . It was almost comforting. Deciding that she was probably just imagining it because of all of the other crazy things that were going on in her life right now, Sam ara shrugged the thought away.
“I want us to have an open class discussion,” Mrs. King went on. “Sometimes, many of the questions and concerns that we have about sex and sexuality are ones that are shared by our peers. It can also help to know that we’re not alone. So, we’re going to go around the circle, and you’ re each going to tell us something that is bothering you or something that you are curious about. Emma, we’ll start with you.”
Well, we know that she has a lot of problems. I wonder which one she’ ll talk about first . Samara recognized the voice that fil led her head; it was her Alpha.
She glanced around the circle. Luke was staring at her intentl y. He smirked.
Samara’s breath caught in the back of her throat. Luke was her Alpha. He had to be. All of the other guys in her class were looking at Emma as she began talking, or were off in their own little worlds, text messaging or making spitballs.
Samara quickly grew angry. When she had talked to her Alpha last nig ht, he had said he wasn’t Luke. Well, he hadn’t said that he was Luke, either. He had just ignored her question altogether. Still, she felt as if she had been lied to – and she hated liars.
I hate liars, too. We have something in common.
Samara gritted her teeth, casted an angry look at Luke, and ignored him. She wasn’t going to play his games.
“Samara McKinley?” Mrs. King asked, reading her name from the clipboard. “I’d like to hear your feelings about this.”
“Huh?” Samara asked.
Mrs. King looked at her over the rim of her glasses. “I would like to hear how you feel about Emma’s problem.” When Samara didn’t say anything, Mrs. King went on. “ She’s afraid that guys will be . . . turned off . . . once they hear the number of people who she’s had sex with. D o you share a similar concern?”
Samara glanced over at Emma, who stared back at her. She couldn’t believe that Emma would say something like that in front of two entire classes of students, especially since Jason was in the roo m. “No, I don’t feel that way.”
Are you a virgin, too?
Shocked by what Luke had asked, Samara found herself coughing, choking on air. When she glanced over at him, he grinned at her. She clenched her fists.
“Samara, are you all right?” the teacher asked her, worried.
“I’m fine,” she replied,
Samara turned her head in the other direction, just in time to see Declan come into the classroom. He sat down next to her. “S ince when are you in my class?”
“Since Mr. King couldn’t be here f or gym class,” Samara shrugged.
“Well, that’s cool,” Declan replied. “I feel like we don’t get to see each other that much anymore.” He had a sad look on his face.
“I don’t know what you mean,” Samara said. “We just hung out. Are you tr ying to imply something?”
Declan shook his head. “ Nah, I just miss you lately. T hat’ s all.”
Mrs. King came into the classroom just then. She was wearing a red low-cut dress that Samara thought was a little inappropriate for school. Even though Samara hadn’t had Mrs. King yet, rumor had it that she was nice to the boys. A little too nice.
“ Since we have some extra students, I think we’re going to do things a little bit differently today, class,” Mrs. King said, pulling a chair to the center of the room. “Move your chairs so that you’re si tting in a circle.”
As the sound of chairs being drug across the tile d floor filled the room, Samara moved her own chair. Declan bumped into her from beh ind, and Samara glanced at him.
“Sorry,” Dec lan said. “I’m such a klutz.”
Samara gave him a small smile, but ignored the weird feeling that had formed in the pit of her stomach. Something about bumping into Declan made her feel . . . good . It was almost comforting. Deciding that she was probably just imagining it because of all of the other crazy things that were going on in her life right now, Sam ara shrugged the thought away.
“I want us to have an open class discussion,” Mrs. King went on. “Sometimes, many of the questions and concerns that we have about sex and sexuality are ones that are shared by our peers. It can also help to know that we’re not alone. So, we’re going to go around the circle, and you’ re each going to tell us something that is bothering you or something that you are curious about. Emma, we’ll start with you.”
Well, we know that she has a lot of problems. I wonder which one she’ ll talk about first . Samara recognized the voice that fil led her head; it was her Alpha.
She glanced around the circle. Luke was staring at her intentl y. He smirked.
Samara’s breath caught in the back of her throat. Luke was her Alpha. He had to be. All of the other guys in her class were looking at Emma as she began talking, or were off in their own little worlds, text messaging or making spitballs.
Samara quickly grew angry. When she had talked to her Alpha last nig ht, he had said he wasn’t Luke. Well, he hadn’t said that he was Luke, either. He had just ignored her question altogether. Still, she felt as if she had been lied to – and she hated liars.
I hate liars, too. We have something in common.
Samara gritted her teeth, casted an angry look at Luke, and ignored him. She wasn’t going to play his games.
“Samara McKinley?” Mrs. King asked, reading her name from the clipboard. “I’d like to hear your feelings about this.”
“Huh?” Samara asked.
Mrs. King looked at her over the rim of her glasses. “I would like to hear how you feel about Emma’s problem.” When Samara didn’t say anything, Mrs. King went on. “ She’s afraid that guys will be . . . turned off . . . once they hear the number of people who she’s had sex with. D o you share a similar concern?”
Samara glanced over at Emma, who stared back at her. She couldn’t believe that Emma would say something like that in front of two entire classes of students, especially since Jason was in the roo m. “No, I don’t feel that way.”
Are you a virgin, too?
Shocked by what Luke had asked, Samara found herself coughing, choking on air. When she glanced over at him, he grinned at her. She clenched her fists.
“Samara, are you all right?” the teacher asked her, worried.
“I’m fine,” she replied,
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