CHAPTER 12 THE PROPOSAL

The classroom was filled with the droning sound of the teacher lecturing about Shakespearean poetry, and the students were doing their best to stay interested. One such student was Jane, her eyes darting around the room, her mind racing. Finally, she managed to scribble out an apology on a small piece of paper. "Dear Max, I'm so sorry for how I acted earlier. Can we please talk? I need to explain. Meet me at break in the library." Jane's heart was racing as she surreptitiously folded the note and glanced around. Max was sitting a few rows in front of her, but she couldn't risk getting caught passing the note. She waited for the perfect moment, when the teacher turned to write something on the chalkboard. With a quick flick of her wrist, she sent the note sailing over the heads of her classmates, silently willing it to land on Max's desk. She held her breath, her eyes glued to the paper, willing it to reach its destination. Laura watched with evident animosity as the passage continu