Chapter 8
The two hours devoted to woodshop passed quickly. Darian took the class on a tour of the workstations at the back of the room, turning on the power tools to demonstrate how they were used and raising his voice over their mechanical whirr as he spoke. Stacy had no trouble hearing him because he kept at Darian’s side, pushing through the other students just to stay next to the teacher at all times. When Darian looked around at the class, Stacy’s face was the first he saw. When he cracked a joke or made a witty comment, Stacy laughed loudest. And at every work bench, when he stopped to wait for the students to gather around him, Stacy was right there in front of the others, watching Darian openly as if he couldn’t quite figure him out but he sure as hell wanted to try.
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