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She wanted to go with a sweater, but it was hot out- hot and

dry- and she was already sweating badly as it was.

Waiting with Jim staring at her was awkward as heck.

Dallas couldn’t think of a thing to say. Jim stared at her. She

stared at his desk. She could feel his eyes on her. She tapped

her foot lightly, just enough that her black flats didn’t make a

sound.

“Mr. Johnson?”

Dallas nearly flew out of her seat. Her Dad used to make

jokes about firecrackers, and if someone had legit set one off

under her, she wouldn’t have jerked harder.

She turned slowly, her face heating up before she even had

her neck craned around.

Holy shit stick!. That’s Quinn?

Quinn had always been pretty. She and Dallas were friends

first, before they dated. Dallas knew Quinn forever before she

finally realized that she had feelings for her. To Dallas, Quinn

had always been perfect just the way she was. Quinn used to

have big glasses that she loved. She was always a fan of

oversized clothing even though she had a fairly tiny frame.

Her hair was a soft shade of brown and she was on the shorter,

slightly built side.

Now she had curves. Holy crap did she ever have curves.

Her hair was ashen, which reminded Dallas a lot of Quinn’s

mom’s color. Quinn looked like she’d just treated herself to the

perfect blow out. Her hair draped over her shoulder in soft

looking, perfectly styled waves. She apparently no longer went

for the big, baggy clothes either. She was wearing a tight, light

pink dress with huge tropical flowers all over it. She’d paired

it with sky high heels that only accentuated her long legs. The