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Coach Russell grit his teeth. His face burned a bight red. “You said that ten minutes ago.”

And ten minutes ago I was right.”

Eileen nudged Claire with her elbow. “What do you think, Claire?”

Oh, what? Sorry, I was listening to us get lost.”

You think coach is hot?”

Claire thought about it. She looked at his tall, muscular body. Definitely he was a man, not like the boys she’d been with.

He’s all right,” Claire said.

Eileen smiled back at the two girls in the seat over. Gwen shook her head at Claire.

I think he’s butt ugly.”

You like little boys!”

I do not! I just don’t like that. That’s all.”

Please, you’re just saying that because he’s your coach.”

Gwen hopped up after that comment. Claire’s attention was on them now. Gossip could make the time go by faster.

Actually, because he’s my coach, I think it’d be hotter. Just not my type, that’s all.”

Claire went back to the window. Still cornfields.

Eileen slid her volleyball back into her seat. It jostled out into the aisle again. The roads could hardly have been said to be paved. Claire didn’t even think they’d get to the match now. She held out hope before.

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