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　whole　senior…class…speaker　situation。　Not　that　she？d　definitely　get　it；　but　she？d　taken

enough　away　from　Blair　already。　Being　senior　class　speaker　would　just　be　one　more　thing　she

got　without　really　wanting　it。

Like　a　certain　green…eyed　boyfriend？

She　slipped　inside　the　darkroom；　making　sure　the　curtains　swung　closed　behind　her　to　block　out

every　bit　of　light。　A　special　red　darkroom　lamp　glowed　overhead；　but　it　was　still　hard　to　see。

Goosebumps　appeared　on　Serena？s　bare　arms　and　legs。　The　darkroom　always　gave　her　the　chills。

Mr。　Beckham　was　the　only　cool　young　male　teacher　at　Constance。　Except　he　thought　he　was

cooler；　younger；　and　better　looking　than　he　actually　was。　Fancying　himself　an　artist；　he　wore

chunky　black　rectangular　glasses　and　tight　black　long…sleeved　Club　Monaco　T…shirts　that　showed

off　his　gym…toned　chest。　He　spiked　his　dark　blond　hair　with　gel　and　inserted　the　odd　French　word

whenever　he　could。

？Ah；　Serena；？　he　exclaimed；　pushing　away　the　poppy…seed　bagel　with　cream　cheese　he？d　been

snacking　on。　He　spread　his　arms　out　wide。　？Quelle　pleasure！？

Serena　fiddled　with　the　button　on　the　waistband　of　her　light…blue…and…white　seersucker　spring

uniform　skirt　and　shifted　from　foot　to　foot。　Why　was　talking　to　a　teacher　outside　of　class　always

slightly　embarrassing？

Especially　when　you　suspected　the　teacher　had　a　teensy…weensy　crush　on　you。

？Um；　I　just　wanted　to　thank　you　for　nominating　me　for　senior　speaker；？　Serena　told　him。　She

stuck　her　thumb　in　her　mouth　and　began　gnawing　on　its　already　chewed…on　pearly　pink　nail。

Note　to　all：　Only　ridiculously　beautiful　people　can　get　away　with　this　sort　of　behavior　without

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