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LESSON IN LOVE CHAPTER FOUR... SIDE 5 AND 6

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READ CHAPTER FOUR, SIDE 3 AND 4
Side 5
On Tuesday, I went to the library instead of to school.
I had never cut class without a bunch of my friends dragging me out of the school gates before. But I was feeling tired of being responsible and 'mature' when all I got for my efforts were drunk girls calling me names and my father shutting me out of his life. Also, Curtis still hadn't called after our fight about Chocolate Hearts. An hour or two of Jane Austen would help me feel less blue about things. Remembering that polite conversation and gallant men had once existed would bring me peace.
But when I got to the Classics section of the public library – there were two libraries at Linbury, the smaller, upscale, exclusive Rochester Library and the more proletarian Linbury Public Library – I wasn't so sure I would find peace there, because Zach Gellar was sitting there, long legs curled up under him on a big plush ancient-looking armchair, buried in a dusty copy of Charlotte Bron…

LESSON IN LOVE... CHAPTER FOUR, SIDE 3 AND 4

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READ CHAPTER FOUR, SIDE 1 AND 2 HERE
Side 3
PE. The one academics-related thing at Thornton I found mindnumblingly uninteresting and difficult.
  "Kick the ball, Ward!" Coach McKay, the burly, beefy soccer instructor, yelled at me the Monday morning after Chocolate Hearts.
I stood there on the grass, staring apprehensively at the black-and-white soccer ball in front of me. I dreaded PE – I didn't know what had possessed me to pick soccer as my mandatory team sport, except for the fact that it sounded better than lacrosse, which I hadn't even heard of at WHS, and running for the track team, which I was sure to be even worse at.
  "Kick, Goddammit!" Coach McKay bellowed.
I shot my foot out in a wild arc and missed the ball by a good six inches. At the other athletic, well-groomed girls in my class sniggered, I sprinted – or walked, actually – back to the edge of the field, trying to maintain an impassive expression. On the bright side, my turn at humiliation on the…

LESSON IN LOVE 101... CHAPTER FOUR, SIDE 1 AND 2

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Chapter 4: I'm Moving On
Lesson In Love 101
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READ CHAPTER THREE, SIDE 6 AND 7 HEREI'd gone to the Spring Formal at WHS with Curtis my freshman year. Rachael, who'd gone with a seventeen-year-old punk rocker from the Meatpacking District, and I had spent the day of the dance getting facials and manicures done, and the week before the dance shopping for dresses at vintage stores. Dad and Ann had been home when the punk rocker and my boyfriend arrived at our apartment; he'd offered them Cokes and discussed basketball with Curtis and Eric while Erica had watched us get ready. Afterwards, Ann had taken a zillion pictures and teased Cutis. At the dance, we'd spiked our punch with brandy and goofed around on the dance floor before Curtis had all but carried me into our limo to make out to Frank Sinatra. It had been one of the best nights of my entire life, and I'd kept my midnight blue dress as a memento.
As I slipped into it for Chocolate Hearts in my room, I…

LESSON IN LOVE... CHAPTER THREE, SIDE 3 , 4 AND 5

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READ PREVIOUS SIDE/CHAPTER HERE
Side 3
I wouldn't have overheard them if I hadn't left my Bio notebook in my English class. But I had, and my first Bio test was coming up; I didn't intend to bomb it. So, even though I was already out of the school building and on my way to freedom, I turned around and hurried back inside. I would have charged straight into the room if Roxanne's voice hadn't floated out at that precise moment and stopped me in my tracks.
  "Okay, what do you think you're doing?" Roxanne was demanding.
  "You jealous?" said Nathan's voice.
  "Of that – creature?" Roxanne said contemptuously. "I think not. But I don't get it. What on earth possessed you to ask her to sit with us for lunch?"
  "Oh, come on, you can't possibly be that dim," said Nathan incredulously. "You don't think I like her, do you?"
  "Well, then, you want to have sex with her. Fine. But why her? Th…