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"
Shall
we
?
"
he
asked
,
rising
fluidly
.
I
almost
groaned
.
Time
for
Gym
.
I
stood
with
care
,
worried
my
balance
might
have
been
affected
by
the
strange
new
intensity
between
us
.
He
walked
me
to
my
next
class
in
silence
and
paused
at
the
door
;
I
turned
to
say
goodbye
.
His
face
startled
me
-
his
expression
was
torn
,
almost
pained
,
and
so
fiercely
beautiful
that
the
ache
to
touch
him
flared
as
strong
as
before
.
My
goodbye
stuck
in
my
throat
.
He
raised
his
hand
,
hesitant
,
conflict
raging
in
his
eyes
,
and
then
swiftly
brushed
the
length
of
my
cheekbone
with
his
fingertips
.
His
skin
was
as
icy
as
ever
,
but
the
trail
his
fingers
left
on
my
skin
was
alarmingly
warm
-
like
I
’
d
been
burned
,
but
didn
’
t
feel
the
pain
of
it
yet
.
He
turned
without
a
word
and
strode
quickly
away
from
me
.
I
walked
into
the
gym
,
lightheaded
and
wobbly
.
I
drifted
to
the
locker
room
,
changing
in
a
trancelike
state
,
only
vaguely
aware
that
there
were
other
people
surrounding
me
.
Reality
didn
’
t
fully
set
in
until
I
was
handed
a
racket
.
It
wasn
’
t
heavy
,
yet
it
felt
very
unsafe
in
my
hand
.
I
could
see
a
few
of
the
other
kids
in
class
eyeing
me
furtively
.
Coach
Clapp
ordered
us
to
pair
up
into
teams
.
Mercifully
,
some
vestiges
of
Mike
’
s
chivalry
still
survived
;
he
came
to
stand
beside
me
.
"
Do
you
want
to
be
a
team
?
"
"
Thanks
,
Mike
-
you
don
’
t
have
to
do
this
,
you
know
.
"
I
grimaced
apologetically
.
