"Sorry Sarah, but I have to be in my next class," you say hurriedly.
You then rush into the classroom and find a vacant seat beside Jen. You notice she's upset about something.
"Anything wrong?" you ask.
She shakes her head, but you can see something else in her eyes. "Do you want to talk about it?"
"Does it matter to you if I look upset?" she finally asks. "Of course," you answer gently, placing your hand on her shoulder.
She reaches for a piece of paper and writes down her address. She leans toward you and hands you the address. You can't help but stare at her red lace bra showing through her low-neck shirt.
"Be at my house after school. You won't regret it," she adds in a controlled smile.
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