“Twenty-eight,” Darian corrected. Still not bad. “I only went to school part time my last two years of college, and I liked ninth grade so much, I took it twice.”
“No shit?” With a lopsided grin Stacy studied his teacher, unable to believe the man in front of him once failed a grade or ever got held back in school. “How’d that happen?”
Darian shrugged. “I was a cut-up in class.”
“Really?” The image of Darian goofing off in class came all too easily—a guy like him had a personality as irresistible as the call of the distant tide. He crashed through any room he entered, drawing others to him with an irresistible attraction. In school he must’ve been the big man on campus, everyone’s friend, people clamoring to get next to him. “Were you in the principal’s office a lot?” Stacy stopped himself from adding, like me?“Detention and all that shit?”