Southern Exposure

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  We got out of first period early for a pep rally. I knew Jason was there, I could feel him, but I never looked up, I couldn't. Second period was half over by the time the assembly was over. Mrs. Snyder seemed to be ignoring me, but I noticed her glance my way once. I was relieved when the bell finally rang, but at the same time worried—it meant lunch, and lunch meant Jason. How could I face him?

  "Izzy," Mrs. Snyder said.

  "Yes." My gaze drifted to the floor.

  "I'm so, very sorry about this morning. I thought since you were both new students it might—well, I'm truly sorry. I guess I just got ahead of myself. I never intended to embarrass either of you."

  "I know," I said half-heartedly, looking up for the first time.

  "I've only been in Boonsboro a few years myself," she continued. "So I know how hard it can be to make new friends—your eyes are an amazing shade of gold."

  I looked back down.

  "Ah, there I go again." She laughed an awkward laugh. "I'm going to have to learn to behave myself. I haven't forgotten what it's like to be a teenager."

  I looked back up and forced a smile.

  "Some of the kids are coming after school to make a banner for Friday's football game. You're welcome to join us. We could use the help."

  I stepped to the side. "I should go. I don't want to be late."

  Mrs. Snyder backed away. "I understand. Well, we'll be here after class if you want to participate. Enjoy lunch."

  'Enjoy lunch!' are you kidding me? I wasn't going to lunch—and what, face Jason and giggling Lisa? I don't think so. No, it was the isolation of the bathroom stall for me.