Snowbound - Harlequin.com

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260 SNOWBOUND “He is so into rules.” Kelli wrinkled her nose. “It’s like, who’d want to be the vice principal in charge of discipline?” Fiona had wondered that herself. “Besides, he’s not hot like Mr. Fallon.” No. He wasn’t. “Girls.” She schooled her voice to be pleasant but steely. “It’s not in any way appropriate for me to discuss my dating life with you.” Looking worried, Tabitha said, “But are you still dating him?” “What did I just say?” They both looked crushed. “You are,” Kelli mumbled. “As it happens, I am not dating Mr. Scammell. Which would seem to be a really, really good thing, if the entire school gossips every time two teachers have dinner together.” “You’re not,” Tabitha said in a rush of what appeared to be relief. Both their faces brightened. “Cool!” Before she could ask them what that had all been about, they dashed out, claiming they were going to be late although she realized the minute they disappeared into the hall that they had lunch this period. Oh, well, she thought philosophically. Perhaps she should be flattered that they even noticed she had a personal life—and even more that they worried about her. So much for the self-centeredness of teens. Her mom worried about her, too. She’d been calling more often lately, even though she had a busy social life. She and Barry went to a movie, play or concert at

JANICE KAY JOHNSON 261 least a couple evenings a week, and had joined a Saturday walking group. They often asked her to join them, which she had a couple of times. She and Barry had relaxed around each other, and even joked about the Thanksgiving debacle. Nice as it was to get to know him, Fiona couldn’t help feeling as if she was being included out of pity. She could just hear her mother telling him, “Poor Fiona! The first time she’s been serious about someone in…oh, forever, and to have it end so badly.” She had to roll her eyes at her own imagination. Her mother had probably never said anything of the sort! And if she had…well, it was true. Every word. Mid-April, the seniors received their acceptances and rejections from colleges across the country. Troy would be going to the University of Oregon, and was happy about it. “Dad wanted me to get into someplace like Stanford. That’s why I joined…” He looked embarrassed. “Knowledge Champs.” Fiona nodded. “I guessed. It’s okay. Most high school kids are thinking about how to make their applications look good.” “Yeah. Thanks. I guess I didn’t join enough things.” He grinned. “Stanford said no.” She smiled back. “As long as you’re satisfied.” “Yeah, this is what I wanted to do.” Erin, in contrast, was accepted by Stanford. And Princeton. “I also got into this college in southern California.” She had asked to talk to Fiona during her grading period. She sat at a desk facing Fiona’s, her back

JANICE KAY JOHNSON 261<br />

least a couple evenings a week, and had joined a<br />

Saturday walking group. They often asked her to join<br />

them, which she had a couple of times. She and Barry<br />

had relaxed around each other, and even joked about<br />

the Thanksgiving debacle. Nice as it was to get to<br />

know him, Fiona couldn’t help feeling as if she was<br />

being included out of pity.<br />

She could just hear her mother telling him, “Poor<br />

Fiona! The first time she’s been serious about someone<br />

in…oh, forever, and to have it end so badly.”<br />

She had to roll her eyes at her own imagination. Her<br />

mother had probably never said anything of the sort!<br />

And if she had…well, it was true. Every word.<br />

Mid-April, the seniors received their acceptances<br />

and rejections from colleges across the country. Troy<br />

would be going to the University of Oregon, and was<br />

happy about it.<br />

“Dad wanted me to get into someplace like Stanford.<br />

That’s why I joined…” He looked embarrassed.<br />

“Knowledge Champs.” Fiona nodded. “I guessed.<br />

It’s okay. Most high school kids are thinking about how<br />

to make their applications look good.”<br />

“Yeah. Thanks. I guess I didn’t join enough things.”<br />

He grinned. “Stanford said no.”<br />

She smiled back. “As long as you’re satisfied.”<br />

“Yeah, this is what I wanted to do.”<br />

Erin, in contrast, was accepted by Stanford. And<br />

Princeton.<br />

“I also got into this college in southern California.”<br />

She had asked to talk to Fiona during her grading<br />

period. She sat at a desk facing Fiona’s, her back

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