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Sam was going crazy. That was the only explanation. The blue-eyed boy couldn’t actually be everywhere, every time he turned around. It just seemed that way. It’s not even like they had a class together, except athletics. Even there, Sam joined the distance runners while the boy was apparently into field events.
“You’re explosive, kid,” Coach Kelley said. “You sure you don’t wanna go for sprinting? You’ve got the mile and two-mile easy if you want ‘em, but sprints are where the glory is.”
“Sprints are also where my brother is,” Sam said, pointing out Dean. “He’s a senior, I can switch next year if I decide I want to.”
The coach smiled knowingly. “Rivalry issues?”
Sam shrugged. “Nah, we just don’t wanna compete against each other. I play soccer, so I’m good with the long runs, and Dean’s the one who cares about the glory.”
“Fair enough,” the coach said.
Over dinner – spaghetti – Dean talked enthusiastically about the school, much to Sam’s amusement. “If I had to pick anywhere to spend an entire semester, I’m glad we picked here. Can’t believe Dad’s letting us stay until June! Hot girls, cool guys, even the nerds here aren’t half bad. There’s this kid I have, like, all but two classes with even though he’s a junior. Complete nerd, but we spent half of stats arguing music, and he’s in the engineering class with me. How about you, meet anyone cool?”
“My Latin teacher?” Sam suggested, and Dean snorted. “Nah, I got the ‘Look a new kid what a freak’ treatment I always get. One weird thing, I have all my freshman classes with Hannah Engel and my advanced classes with her big sister Rachel.”
“That is a little weird. Which one are you gonna go for?”
Sam rolled his eyes, but he couldn’t help the huff of laughter. “I just met them, Dean, I’m not gonna go after either of them. I’m not you.”