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When Lightning Strikes (Lightning Series Book 1)
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    “I wish I was in freshman geography again,” Mandy said as they walked down the hall. “I can’t believe that we only have him for homeroom. What horrible kind of luck is that? Great, and I was looking forward to being a senior in a few months.”
    Darcy rolled her eyes, making Julie smile. “I think it’s good luck for you. Less chance for you to make an idiot of yourself in front of him. Mandy, he’s a teacher. You know—that whole thing about look but don’t touch.”
    “I know. I know.” She waved her hands around. “You’re probably right.”
    Darcy snorted.
    “Fine! You’re right. But I still think he is cute. You have to admit, if he was teaching us, I would make an A.” They all laughed.
    “See you both at lunch.” Darcy waved as she took the turn off to her math class.
    Mandy and Julie walked off to English together.
    “His eyes are so blue though.” And so Mandy went on all day.
    It was a relief when their last class finally came to an end. Julie was tired of talking about him. And tired of trying to stop thinking about him. The instant obsession was not normal for her. She wanted to get over it soon, like a cold or something.
    “Jules, over here. Ethan is going to give us both a ride home.” Jamie waved her over to the other side of the parking lot.
    She liked Ethan, who was a senior and a year older than them. He had brown hair and dark eyes that sparkled with mischief. If Jamie wasn’t at home or practice, he was out with Ethan getting into trouble.
    Waving goodbye to Mandy, she hopped into the car and let out a sigh of relief. She was finally away from her friend’s incessant talking about Mr. Black. She was driving her nuts.
    Sure, it was great that someone cute was going to be their homeroom teacher. But really, he was their teacher. No, not even that—a substitute teacher. So what if he had those wonderful blue eyes? And hair that she wanted to run her fingers through so badly that her fingertips throbbed…
    Her body quivered. Who was she kidding? There was no way she could think of him as just a teacher.
    She was so screwed.
    “Thank you. If I had to listen to Mandy talk any more about our new teacher, I was going to strangle her. I have never seen her so obsessed before.”
    “The new teacher?” Ethan asked. “I heard about him from another junior at lunch. Apparently he may have been some kind of athlete, but no one seems to know.”
    “Ugh, so the boys are talking about him too? I swear, he must have some of whatever you have, Jamie.” She messed with her hair to make it look like she was just talking and her stomach wasn’t flopping all around talking about him.
    Jamie turned around in the front seat. His eyes pierced her. “What do you mean?”
    She tilted her head to the side and shrugged, hoping she didn’t start blushing. She didn’t need her brother teasing her about this. “For some reason, he reminded me of you. I don’t know why.”
    “Look, there he is over there.” Mr. Black was getting into his car in front of the school as they waited in line to leave.
    Jamie turned to look where she was pointing, and Julie let out her breath. He was oddly intense about all this.
    For a moment she could have sworn Mr. Black looked up, staring straight at them. She met his eyes for a second and shivered.
    Then she realized that he was waving at Ms. Haken, one of the younger teachers at the school, walking toward him from behind a car.
    She was so screwed. So very, very screwed. She put her warm forehead against the cool glass of the car window.
    “How about a change in the subject then? Do you have a date to the dance Saturday night? Do you want to go with me?” Ethan asked her.
    “Really, Ethan?” Jamie laughed. “So this is why you asked if my sister needed a ride home?”
    “Cool it. I’m asking if we can go as friends. Everyone knows that your sister doesn’t want to date because of her dancing.” Ethan batted big puppy dog eyes at Julie. “You

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