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They start again. This time Stanley starts playing the piano along with Eva singing. The atmosphere between them looks light and cheerful. Talking about various things and practicing, they spend the time peacefully. Mary comes to the room with some snacks and stops at the door while watching them. She smiles at the sight of the two 98225. She wonders Stanley has never been so close to any of his friends in such a short time. She thinks Eva is special.Empty desks flooded the room, but Sam chose the one in the very back, as secluded as possible. I was the only one around, seated directly to his right 98225. I suddenly had the urge to tell him that no one sat there but me, but I wasn't that vivacious. Neither was I a jerk. So I stayed silent as he sat back in his chair and silently surveyed the class. This happened every day. Our homework was to read some part of our textbook, whatever Coach had sort-of-but-not-really taught us the day before, and we'd 'discuss it with each other' the next day. The prospect of playing volleyball all year long made me smile, but it was small because of the anxiety. I hadn't played for over a year, though I had longed to be on my school's team in Sacramento junior year. I would have made it, too. Varsity. Now 98225, I wasn't so sure. I was nervous about having a new coach. I was nervous that I had lost my talent for the sport over the last year, when I didn't even get the chance to practice. I was nervous about being judged and hated by the rest of the team. I was flustered nonetheless. I shuffled my feet, sneaking a tiny glance back at Sam. He was still looking, same expression. I walked to 98225 desk to get a hall pass. He gave me permission to go to the bathroom, where I lingered, trying to waste time. I scrubbed at the ink on my hand with the neon pink hand soap in the bathroom. I'd have to get a pen with faster drying ink to avoid these smears again. The soap smelled weird. When I came back into the classroom and took my seat, Sam didn't look at me. His face was stone again, just like it was when we first met. Only now it was a scowl of determination. He flicked a glance at me through his eyelashes, then looked pointedly back to his English homework. I have my own royal guards. Although I wouldn't mind you teaching me. He said as I slang the bag over one shoulder ready to run back. You thought that just because it's an arranged marriage I wouldn't be interested in you? Hero said following me. I stopped abruptly 98225 when I heard the mean truth that slapped me an awakening slap across the face. Look Hero we clearly have different dreams to achieve. You need a wife and a queen beside you on the throne. I...that's not my dream.I looked down remembering my parent's words to me.