whole senior…class…speaker situation。 Not that she？d definitely get it； but she？d taken
enough away from Blair already。 Being senior class speaker would just be one more thing she
got without really wanting it。
Like a certain green…eyed boyfriend？
She slipped inside the darkroom； making sure the curtains swung closed behind her to block out
every bit of light。 A special red darkroom lamp glowed overhead； but it was still hard to see。
Goosebumps appeared on Serena？s bare arms and legs。 The darkroom always gave her the chills。
Mr。 Beckham was the only cool young male teacher at Constance。 Except he thought he was
cooler； younger； and better looking than he actually was。 Fancying himself an artist； he wore
chunky black rectangular glasses and tight black long…sleeved Club Monaco T…shirts that showed
off his gym…toned chest。 He spiked his dark blond hair with gel and inserted the odd French word
whenever he could。
？Ah； Serena；？ he exclaimed； pushing away the poppy…seed bagel with cream cheese he？d been
snacking on。 He spread his arms out wide。 ？Quelle pleasure！？
Serena fiddled with the button on the waistband of her light…blue…and…white seersucker spring
uniform skirt and shifted from foot to foot。 Why was talking to a teacher outside of class always
slightly embarrassing？
Especially when you suspected the teacher had a teensy…weensy crush on you。
？Um； I just wanted to thank you for nominating me for senior speaker；？ Serena told him。 She
stuck her thumb in her mouth and began gnawing on its already chewed…on pearly pink nail。
Note to all： Only ridiculously beautiful people can get away with this sort of behavior without
grossing