"I'm sorry, that's so inappropriate..."

Beth was starting to wonder if a person could actually die because all of the blood in their body had rushed to their face. Her jaw hung open, and no sound came out.
"I....I'm so sorry...that's so inappropriate."
"It's...it's okay. I didn't hear anything." Nick's face was red as well, but he was smiling. A small, fond smile.
Jesus Christ, could the floor just open up and swallow me, please. "I'm sorry, I can't-"
"No it's fine. You've got a lot going on..." he stood, spreading his hands. "If you need anything, let me know if I can help." And now it was Nick's turn to blush and stammer. "I-I-I mean, let me know if I can help lighten your load at all!" Beth couldn't help but laugh. "...I'm going to go." Nick spun around, nearly knocking over Mr. Schiff. "Sorry, sir."
Oh dear God... At least I'm not the only one.
"Everything alright, Miss Wilson?" Mr. Schiff was giving her a stern look.
"Everything's fine, Mr. Schiff. Coach Jeffries was asking for my advice about something."
"Hmmm..." He regarded Beth with that unreadable expression before moving. Jeez. What do I have to do to please that man?

The rest of Beth's day moved along quickly enough, until the final bell rang. Time for detention. she grumbled. At least there's nothing I have to rush home for, except Brian's little brother.