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her feet to the bench and leaning forward to get my attention. “It’s okay. I know it’s ridiculous.” She sighed heavily.
    “Well, then . . .” I fidgeted a little before sitting down on the bench next to her legs.
    Jeans and pink tennis shoes today .
    Ainsley had tennis shoes in almost every color of the rainbow, and more than one pink pair. She’d opted for the brighter ones with the purple stripes—to go with her purple shirt, I assumed. Yes, I knew it was kind of weird that I was so familiar with Ainsley’s shoes, but that was beside the point at that moment.
    What were we talking about? Oh, yeah.
    I cleared my throat. “Why don’t you, uh, change the play? I mean, if you don’t like it?”
    She shrugged. “Ian helped me with it. He thinks it’s perfect, and I don’t want to hurt his feelings.”
    I knew I had to handle this situation carefully. “What does Ms. Sherman say?”
    “She says she wants us to be able to express ourselves freely,” Ainsley replied, absently twirling a strand of her hair.
    “Well, she picked your play, so she must have thought it was good.” I didn’t want to even think about the ones she rejected.
    Ainsley half-smiled. “She said it had potential, but she wants us to find a way to fulfill that potential ourselves—without adult interference.”
    I snorted. “Well, that’s helpful.”
    “Right?” Ainsley laughed. “She’s supposed to be a teacher . So where’s the teaching?”
    I smiled widely, a little giddy at the idea I’d made her laugh. “Well, I have confidence you’ll make it into something great.”
    “Really?” She tilted her head, eyeing me carefully as if trying to see if I’d crack.
    I didn’t. “Sure. You can do it.”
    She smiled softly. “Thanks, Oliver.”
    Our eyes met, and I could swear we had a . . . something. A moment, maybe? Then her gaze broke away over my shoulder and her smile widened, lighting up her whole face.
    “Hi, babe!” she called out.
    I turned to find Ian jogging over, hair damp from a shower, a huge smile on his face. He swept past me and leaned down to kiss Ainsley twice.
    Not just once. Oh no, he got to kiss her twice. Three times if he wanted to.
    “Hi,” he said, and then he kissed her again.
    Three times. Ugh.
    He straightened and ran a hand through his hair, which still looked perfect for some annoying reason. He shot me a glance and a bro-like head nod. “Hey, man.”
    I coughed. “Uh. Hey.”
    “What are you guys doing?” He plopped down next to Ainsley and threw an arm over her shoulders.
    “Just talking about the play,” she replied, leaning into him. “Oliver thinks it’s going to be good.”
    “Yeah?” He grinned at me before turning back to her and kissing her forehead. “Of course it is. The play is awesome, and you’re awesome. How can it not be totally”—he kissed her, again —“awesome?”
    I started to feel a little sick and got to my feet. “I’ve, uh, gotta go. Homework, you know?”
    “Dude,” Ian said, leaning back on his hands and stretching out his long frame, “you study too much.”
    I forced a laugh. “Yeah, well. Gotta keep up that GPA.”
    “Cool,” he said, and he leaned in to nuzzle Ainsley’s neck.
    She pushed him away with a giggle, blushing as she shot me a glance. “See you, Oliver. Thanks.”
    I cleared my throat. “No problem. I’ll, uh, see you.”
    I turned and tried not to run to my truck. I almost succeeded.

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    One of the not-so-great things about being me is the fact that I tend to, shall we say, overthink things a bit. I replayed my conversation with Ainsley about fifty-seven times in my head on the way home. It would have been fifty-eight or maybe even fifty-nine, but I was lucky and hit a string of green lights on Main Street. Along the way, I thought of a