He simply smiled his sexy half smile, and held up a hand, watching me as I walked away. Away from him, I took deep breaths to clear my head. Being near him was a heady experience, intoxicating. I ran down the hall—perhaps a bit faster than human speed—to the gym. I needed to run, to exercise, to clear my head. I needed time to think.
Inside the gym, I ran down the stairs and into the girl's locker room, my head still filled with Zac. What was I doing? I thought as other girls ran around the locker room in various stages of undress, preparing for gym class. Ignoring them, I quickly ripped open my backpack and pulled a gray T-shirt and navy shorts from it—not as sexy as I like, but typical gym attire—as thoughts of Zac assaulted my mind. How could I let Zac have this effect on me? I sighed
