Sarah could now see part of the back of Bent’s school sports jacket. He’d flung his tie over his shoulder. Since his tie was a light yellow, it stood out brightly against his dark blue jacket. She could almost count his breaths as the tie went up slowly when he inhaled, and down slowly when he exhaled.She thought back to the party the previous weekend. Why had he been so nice to her? Why did he insist on letting her stay the night at his house? Clearly Elly had not spent the night yet. Sarah would have heard about it from Elly’s gossipy crew of loyal wannabe followers. And she could almost guarantee Elly would want to brag about it to her if it happened — Elly still insisted that she and Sarah were friends. Sarah had even started to have lunch occasionally with Trish and Elly — at the encouragement of Erin and Pam. But always, to Sarah’s disappointment, Bent had never been present.Erin had tried to get Sarah to tell her everything that happened Saturday night. But Sarah only gave Erin and Pam minor details. Of course Pam was extremely shocked to hear that Sarah had stayed the night. But when Sarah told them that nothing had happened, and that Bent was almost rude to her when she’d left, they decided it was nothing to cheer about. And Erin made sure Trevor didn’t find out about Sarah’s stay either. Erin insisted she ‘burned away all of Trevor’s extraneous thoughts that night.’ To which Pam and Sarah both winced and insisted Erin had crossed the line of TMI — too much information. But Sarah couldn’t get those winks from him out of her mind. She tried hard to remember every detail from Saturday night, but the whiskey had taken a lot of her memory away. All she really had to go on was that something had happened by the bonfire…though she recalled she’d stomped away from him angrily when he’d insulted her. And she remembered making out with that Kurl boy in the hot tub. But after that, most of the little details of how she got from the hot tub to that unbelievably amazing bedroom were a bit fuzzy. She wondered a lot about his androids, too. Why would he want to hide them? Erna and the Cleaning Robot, C.R., seemed so cool. And the fact that he had self-driving supercars! If she had had technology like that, she would want to show them off to everyone. Especially the cars. Who wouldn’t want a car that knows exactly where it’s going? Bent cleared his throat and glanced at his blinking watch. He shut his book and tossed it across the table. Then he did his amazing stretch, where he pulled his arms high above his head. She could practically see the muscles working like a well-oiled machine under his jacket. She hated to admit that she’d memorized his back muscles while he’d walked around half-naked in front of her in his kitchen.Come on, Sarah, CONCENTRATE! she thought. As she tried to focus back on her math book, it suddenly dawned that maybe Bent didn’t tell Elly that Sarah had stayed the night. She sat up straighter in her chair. There’s no way he would’ve told her, Sarah now realized. If SHE had been Elly, she would have been furious to know another girl had slept IN A BED at Bent’s house. Sarah cautiously leaned back in her chair again to see around the cubicle. Bent was in the middle of jotting down another note in his notebook. She could hear the soft scribbles of his pen in the otherwise quiet area. Without warning, he turned his head — and saw her. Have you ever been caught staring at someone you like? Em-bar-rassing!