Page 62 of Blind Date
I arrived early to school, set my things on my desk, and headed over to Greta’s classroom.
“I am so mad at you!” I pointed at her.
“I know. I know.” She raised her hand. “I’m sorry. I meant to call you last night, but Finn stayed over again.”
“I texted you like five times, Greta.”
“What can I say?” A wide grin crossed her lips. “I was indisposed. Forgive me?”
“I suppose,” I sighed.
“Come here.” She ran over and grabbed my hand. “I think I’m in love, Sam.”
“It’s literally been 48 hours.”
“I know it sounds crazy, but when you know, you know. Like with you and Wes. Finn told me that he’d never felt the way he does with anyone else, and he couldn’t explain it. But he didn’t have to because I feel the same way. He asked me to spend the night at his place tonight.”
“I’m happy for you, Greta. I really am. You deserve all the happiness in the world.” I gave her hand a squeeze.
“And so do you.” She pulled me into an embrace.
The bell rang, and students began to filter into the room.
“We’ll talk later. I have to get to class.” I smiled. “Good morning. Happy Monday to you all. It’s time to cut the cord to your lifeline,” I said, walking around to the students with my basket in hand.
After collecting their phones, I set the basket down andturned to the board, writing Pride and Prejudice – Chapters 5-8.
“Today we’re discussing social expectations, first impressions, and why Mr. Darcy desperately needs a personality transplant.”
The students laughed.
“Sam?” Devon raised his hand.
“Yes, Devon?”
“How was your weekend?” He grinned.
There it was. The question. The one I knew someone would eventually ask.
“It was good, Devon. Thank you for asking.”
“Just good?” His brow raised.
“Yes.” I narrowed my eyes.
“We saw the Page Six photos,” Gina blurted out.
“What Page Six photos?” My eyes narrowed.
“The ones where you and Mr. Castile are having breakfast at the Starlight Café yesterday morning,” Gina replied.
“You two looked pretty cozy,” Devon smirked.
Instantly, I could feel the heat rise in my cheeks.
“We’re discussing Jane Austen today, not my personal life.”
“But your cheeks are turning red, Sam,” Delilah said.
