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Cohen?’
    A chubby red head threw up her hand.
    ‘David Forrester?’
    A bespeckled boy with a high voice said ‘here’.
    ‘Rose Goldman?’
    No response. Adam looked up and searched the sea of students to see if anyone had raised their hands.
    ‘Rose Goldman?’ he repeated.
    Slowly, the student’s heads began to turn, facing the back of the class. Adam followed their gaze, his eyes searching for what they were looking at.
    A trembling hand slowly rose into the air, and Adam felt his stomach drop at the sight of Rose Goldman.
    It was Blue.
    Adam felt the colour drain from his face. She was here. In his class. There must be a mistake.
    Suddenly, Adam understood why Blue had left in such a hurry one week ago. He had told her about his new job – his new job at the local high school. Christ. Adam had already fucked up his new job, before he had even started it. No wonder she had vanished off the face of the earth after their encounter.
    Adam realised that he had been standing motionless for far too long. Clearing his throat loudly, his hands shaking, he continued down the list of names.
    Adam tried very hard to stay calm for the remainder of the lesson. The students seemed to notice his loss of confidence.
    Finally, when the bell rang, Adam tried to catch Blue’s eye, hoping she would see him after class. He needed to explain – he needed her to promise that she wouldn’t tell a soul what had happened between them.
    However, as soon as the bell rang, she was the first person out of the door. She kept her head low, and did not make eye contact.
    Christ. What If she told someone? He had to talk to her before anyone found out.
     
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    Adam didn’t want to draw attention to himself. The only way to talk to Blue … no … Rose Goldman was to ask her to remain after class. He couldn’t approach her in the school yard, and he most certainly would not go and knock upon her door.
    The following day, during the period before lunch, Adam tried to catch Rose Goldman talking whilst he was. He didn’t have to wait long. Barely ten minutes into the class and she was muttering to the person adjacent.
    ‘You there,’ he pointed a finger at her. ‘No talking. See me after class.’
    Rose Goldman scowled and stopped talking.
    Adam handed out the literature they would be studying that term accompanied by an assignment. They were to read the text and supply a detailed analysis of the themes presented by next week.
    ‘An assignment?’ One of the boys exclaimed. ‘Already? It’s only the second day of class!’
    Adam stopped handing out the books and turned to the boy that had spoken. Dean McGregor, a tall, and muscular boy.
    ‘Yes, Mr. McGregor, an assignment,’ Adam said coolly. ‘This is Advanced English Literature.’
    Grumbling, the class flipped open their books and turned to page one.
    By the end of the lesson, everyone was thoroughly miserable. The students slouched from the classroom, muttering darkly about having an assignment due the very next week. Adam didn’t care though. He was waiting for Blue to stay behind at the end of class.
    Once the others had filed out, Adam looked up from his desk to see her still sitting in her seat. Everyone else was now at lunch. It was just the two of them.
    Adam walked up to her desk, his legs like jelly. She didn’t look up, or acknowledge his presence.
    ‘We need to talk,’ he said in an undertone. He waited for her to look up, but she didn’t.
    ‘What about?’ she said, an edge to her voice.
    ‘You know what,’ Adam said through gritted teeth.
    She shrugged, nonchalant. ‘It’s not me who is in deep shit.’
    Adam’s throat felt tight. ‘How was I supposed to know?’
    Blue shrugged.
    ‘How … how old are you?’ Adam didn’t know if he wanted to hear the answer.
    ‘Eighteen,’ she replied.
    Well, at least she was legal. The age of consent in this state was sixteen. Regardless, Adam may still be in a lot of trouble.
    ‘Christ.’ Adam pinched the bridge of