Aria groaned. “If you like him so much, why don’t you go out with him?”

Mike drank straight from the carton, wiped his mouth, and stared at her. “You’ve been acting freaky. Are you high? Can I have some if you are?”

Aria snorted. In Iceland, Mike had been constantly trying to score drugs and freaked when some guys at the harbor sold him a dime bag of pot. The stuff turned out to be skunky, but Mike proudly smoked it anyway.

Mike started stroking his chin. “I think I know why you’re acting freaky.”

Aria turned back to the closet. “You’re full of crap.”

“You think so?” Mike answered. “I don’t. And you know what? I’m going to find out if my suspicions are true.”

“Good luck, Sherlock.” Aria pulled at her jacket. Even though she knew Mike was probably full of shit, she hoped he hadn’t noticed the quiver in her voice.

As the other kids filed into English—most of the boys sporting a few days’ growth of stubble and most of the girls in copycat Mona-and-Hanna platform sandals and charm bracelets—Aria reviewed her just-scrawled stack of note cards. Today, they had to give an oral report about a play called Waiting for Godot. Aria adored oral reports—she had the perfect, sexy, gravelly voice for them—and she happened to know the play really well. Once, she’d spent a whole Sunday in a Reykjavík bar, vehemently arguing with an Adrien Brody look-alike about its theme…between swilling delicious apple vodka martinis and playing footsie with him under the table, that is. So not only was this an excellent day to become über student, it was also a great opportunity to show everyone how cool Icelandic Aria was.

Ezra strolled in, looking rumpled, bookish, and completely edible, and clapped his hands. “Okay, class,” he said. “We have a lot of stuff to get through today. Quiet down.”

Hanna Marin turned around and smirked at Aria. “What kind of underwear do you think he’s wearing?”

Aria smiled blandly—striped cotton boxers, of course—but snapped her attention back to Ezra.

“All right.” Ezra walked to the chalkboard. “Everyone did the reading, right? Everyone has a report? Who wants to go first?”

Aria’s hand shot up. Ezra nodded at her. She walked to the podium at the front of the room, arranged her black hair around her shoulders so that it looked extra gorgeous, and made sure that her chunky coral necklace wasn’t caught in the collar of her shirt. Quickly, she reread the first few scene-setting sentences on her index cards.

“Last year, I attended a performance of Waiting for Godot in Paris,” she began.

She noticed Ezra raise his eyebrow just the tiniest bit.

“It was a small theater off the Seine, and the air smelled like the cheese brioche baking next door.” She paused. “Picture the scene: a huge line of people waiting to go in, a woman toting her two little white poodles, the Eiffel Tower in the distance.”

She briefly looked up. Everyone seemed so transfixed! “I could feel the energy, the excitement, the passion in the air. And it wasn’t just the beer they were selling to everyone—even my little brother,” she added.

“Nice!” Noel Kahn interjected.

Aria smiled. “The seats were very velvety and purple, and smelled like this type of butter in France that’s sweeter than American butter. It’s what makes the pastries so delicious.”

“Aria,” Ezra said.

“It’s the kind of butter that even makes escargot taste good!”

“Aria!”

Aria stopped. Ezra leaned against the chalkboard with his arms crossed over his Rosewood blazer. “Yes?” She smiled.

“I have to stop you.”

“But…I’m not even halfway done!”

“Well, I need less about velvet seats and pastries and more about the play itself.”

The class snickered. Aria shuffled back to her seat and sat down. Didn’t he know she was creating ambiance?

Noel Kahn raised his hand.

“Noel?” Ezra asked. “You want to go next?”

“No,” Noel said. The class laughed. “I just wanted to say I thought Aria’s report was good. I liked it.”

“Thanks,” Aria said quietly.

Noel swiveled around. “Is there really no drinking age?”

“Not really.”

“I might go with my family to Italy this winter.”

“Italy’s amazing. You’re going to love it.”

“Are you two through?” Ezra asked. He shot Noel an exasperated look. Aria dug her hot-pink nails into the wood grain of her desk.

Noel turned back to her again. “Did they have absinthe?” he whispered.

She nodded, amazed Noel had even heard of absinthe.

“Mr. Kahn,” Ezra interrupted sternly. A little too sternly. “That’s enough.”

Was this jealousy she detected?

“Damn,” Hanna twisted around. “What crawled up his ass?”

Aria stifled a giggle. It seemed to her like a certain über student was making a certain teacher a little twitchy.

Ezra called on Devon Arliss next and she started her speech. As Ezra turned to the side and put his finger on his chin, listening, Aria throbbed. She wanted him so badly it made her whole body buzz.

No, wait. That was just her cell phone, which was nestled in her oversize lime-green tote next to her foot.

The thing kept buzzing. Aria slowly reached down and pulled it out. One new text message:

Aria,

Maybe he fools around with students all the time. A lot of teachers do…. Just ask your dad! —A




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