When Sara awoke, she was sprawled on a bed in the school nurse's station.

"Ah, there she is," Nurse Cindy called as she opened the door.

Sara sat slowly up on the paper sheet. "Whoa, what happened? Why am I here?"

Nurse Cindy laughed. "You passed out, Darling. Too much sun."

She took Sara's blood pressure, then handed her a cold compress. "You may want to skip your field hockey practice this afternoon. I wouldn't advise running around outside in your condition. You obviously dehydrated."

Sara leaned back on the bed. "Wow, that's never happened to me before. I'm in excellent shape and make sure I always drink plenty of fluids daily. Coach's orders."

Nurse Cindy pointed to her skirt. "By the way, I stitched that up for you. I happen to be an excellent seamstress on the side. I can sew almost anything, from replacing loose buttons, to creating wedding dresses." She displayed her sewing needle and thread.

"Thank you so much for doing that," Sara said. She couldn't even tell where the skirt had been ripped.

Nurse Cindy put down her thread. She chuckled softly to herself. "That nice-looking boy who brought you here had to keep holding the skirt together. He told me he couldn't take the credit for your skirt's near disaster." She made a 'tsk tsk' sound. "Honestly, I only believed him since I know you have a good reputation." She laughed again to herself.

"Wait, who?" Sara asked.

Just then, the door creaked open. Pam and Erin's wide-eyed faces looked into the room. They grinned mischievously when they saw Sara.

Nurse Cindy put away her medicine kit. "I'll give you girls a few minutes. Sara, be sure you drink a full glass of orange juice before you leave this room," she instructed. She took an orange juice container from a small fridge and poured some juice into a paper cup. She handed the cup to Sara, then went to sit in her office in the next room.

When the nurse had left, Pam and Erin exploded into a fit of giggles.

"Oh, Sara. You're the luckiest girl in the whole world. If you weren't already my best friend, I'd probably throttle you out of extreme envy." Erin flung her arms around Sara's neck.

Sara looked at Pam. "Um, what is she talking about?"

Pam's eyes twinkled. "Well..." she began, mysteriously. "Right when you fainted, that new, gorgeous hunk caught you before your head hit the pavement. He picked you up like you were just a ragdoll and carried you all the way here. Of course, you won't remember any of this. You were unconscious." She sighed.

Sara's eyebrows shot to her hairline. "What????"

Erin rested her chin in her hands as she propped her elbows on the bed. "It was soooo romantic. Next time, faint in the swimming pool so he gives you CPR. That's my advice."

Sara gaped at her friends. "I can't believe he'd help me like that. He's not that nice of a person."

Her two friends exchanged quizzical looks. "By all means, please enlighten us," Pam said.

Sara quickly told them about how he'd embarrassed her in Calc when she got the royal family of South Fortland's name wrong. And then how he'd kicked her with his boat shoes while they'd been sitting on the pavement. She didn't share his comment about the duct tape. That was way too embarrassing to repeat out loud, even to her two best friends.

"He's vile," Sara declared.

Erin let out a low whistle. "South Fortland. I've always wanted to go to that country. Why the heck would his family move them to this no-man's-land town?"

Pam shrugged. "Still, I'm glad you both finally saw his face. I will memorize every freckle he has. Oh, and he has a dimple in his left cheek. It's adorbs!"

Sara laughed. "His name is what's to die for, at least for me. Bentley Prince. What a beautiful name."

Pam snapped her fingers. "You know, I overheard in History some of the cross country guys talking. They say his car is also a Bentley."

Erin raised her head from her hands. "Get out of here."

"I'm serious," Pam continued. "Bentley Prince drives a Bentley."

Sara rolled her eyes and untangled the mess of bun that was twisted in a knot on top of her head. "I'm sure if his parents had named him Jaguar or Ferrari, he'd be driving one of those, too."

The three friends laughed. "We'll tell Coach you are not going to make practice. Rest up and we'll see you tomorrow," Pam said. She and Erin gave Sara one last hug before the two girls scampered back out to the field hockey turf.

As Sara drank the cup of orange juice, through the window by the door, she caught a glimpse of a black, shiny Bentley pulling out of the parking lot.

"Who are you, boy with the beautiful name?" she whispered with a sigh.