Kurt had sent her an image of himself. He stood shirtless in front of a mirror at the gym. His arms were crossed behind his head in a very suggestive pose.

Sara burst out laughing.

"What is it?" Pam asked curiously.

Sara showed her the image.

Pam's face turned bright red. "Oh, thanks for that. Not what I really wanted to see at the moment," she replied.

Erin leaned over Sara. "What is it?" She gasped at the image. "Holy crap. Kurt looks FIIIIIINE," she said laughing.

Sara quickly texted him back.

-Careful. That pic was so hot, you might set my phone on fire. ~S

She giggled and stuffed her phone back into her bag. She heard it beep but decided to ignore it. He'd no doubt be sending her a hundred more shirtless images now.

Erin dropped her bag of chips. As she bent to pick them up, she noticed Sara's pants. "Whoa, since when do you shop in the men's department?" she asked. She pinched a section of the sweatpants between her fingers. "Wow, those are ridiculously soft."

"They're not mine," Sara blurted. She cursed herself for letting that slip.

Erin raised an eyebrow. "Then whose are they?"

Sara gulped, feeling Pam's eyes on her now, too. "I, uh, I got them at the lost and found bin. I forgot my spare pants at home."

It wasn't a total lie. Bentley had given her the sweatpants next to the lost and found.

"I'll have to scope out that bin sometime soon," Erin said. "There really could be some hidden gems in there. Especially shoes. I think there are about two hundred unclaimed pairs."

Sara didn't reply. She was pretty sure nothing in that bin was worth touching ever again. Though, maybe a few shoes were still in decent condition.

The game was about to begin.

The soccer players had taken their places around the field.

Trevor slapped his gloved hands together in the goal.

Bentley stood in the center of the field with Chad, the other soccer captain. It looked like their team had won the coin toss. He was one of the first players who would put the ball into play.

As the referees huddled together, Sara saw Bentley was squinting up at the bleachers. His eyes scanned each row slowly, looking from face to face in the crowd.

Is he looking for me? Sara wondered.

Ella, in her letter jacket and blonde hair, was likely the most obvious person to see in the stands. It was apparent, then, Bentley wasn't looking for her.

One of the players on the opposite team had walked up to Bentley and was chatting with him about something.

The guys laughed together and the player from Parkson retreated back to his position on the field.

Again, Bentley's eyes roamed quickly over the bleachers.

Sara held her breath. A fuzzy warm feeling bubbled inside her.

The boy with the beautiful name looked almost in pain as his chocolate milk eyes darted frantically from face to face, racing against time before the referees blew their whistles to signal the start of the game.

He finally saw her. And when their eyes met, he smiled so broadly, Sara really thought she saw fireworks exploding all around him.