Second period, for Megan at least, was dance class. It was taught on the stage, by the friendly Miss Hall. Dance was Megan's favorite subject, and the waltz one of her favorite dances, but today she had something else on her mind.
While Miss Hall talked, Megan ambled over towards a black-haired, green-eyed junior. "Hi, Thomas."
He smiled at her. "Morning, Megan. Have you been practicing those new steps?"
She smiled back. Thomas was her dancing partner, and a very good one. "Yeah. I'm getting better at them." She went straight to the point. "Hey, I heard Tristan Young was starting a study group."
"Really? He told Destiny he was too busy."
The sentence sent up immediate red flags. He'd been talking to Destiny; he might have been recruited. "Well, maybe I'm wrong. It's just a rumor floating around."
"Fire!" They jerked around to see that several papers on Miss Hall's desk had spontaneously burst into flame.
Megan's hands covered her face as the fire alarm started to blare. Today was going to be just great.
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