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clear my mind from all things related to Dean.
    “So, I get it. He’s supposed to protect you from sleazy guys and drinks spiked with god knows what at parties, but what are you supposed to do for him?” Lexie sips her diet cola. She twirls her hair around her finger.
    I shrug and glance around the light gray walls of the dining hall. “I guess he wants me to give him intel about girls on campus…you know, who to stay away from and whatnot.”
    Lexie raises her eyebrows. “Does this mean we’re hitting more frat parties? ” A small smile creeps across her face.
    I push my plate away and shake my head. “No, but if we do happen to make an appearance, I won’t have to worry.”
    Lexie bounces in her seat. “Awesome. Remember that guy Tom…you know the one I was dancing with at the party?”
    I tap my fingernails on the table. “Vaguely.”
    She takes a bite of her turkey sandwich and drops it back on the plate. “Well, he asked me to go for pizza tomorrow night.” She wipes her mouth with a napkin and smiles. “Since he’s in Beta Omega, frat parties may be back on the menu.”
    I sigh. Great, just what I’m hoping for . “The only thing on my menu right now is finding a physics tutor.”
    “If the rumors are true, wear a short skirt and heels and you’ll ace the class.”
    I slug my water. “I don’t know if pole dancing in the middle of his desk could help me now.”
    She stands up, grabs her backpack, and slings her purse around her shoulder. “Can’t hurt.” She nudges me as she walks past my chair. “Got English Lit in ten minutes. See you later.”
    I wave and sink back in the plastic chair. Hate to break it to her but frat parties are a thing of the past. Suppose we do go to a frat party and Lexie parties with Tom, and Dean acts as my wingman, and I give him the intel on the girls of the campus just as planned. Then what? Eventually, Dean will find one worthy enough to hook up with. So what’s the plan for that scenario? Guess I’m supposed to sit outside the door and wait until he’s done. How did I let myself get talked into this? Those deep blue eyes mesmerizing eyes are clearly weapons of mass destruction and I’m not willing to be a casualty.

    I pull open the heavy wooden door of Smithfield Hall and wipe my wet boots along the black carpet. The intricate wooden carvings in the molding of the mahogany make it look more like a gingerbread house than a study hall. Well, except for the floor-to-ceiling bookshelves gracing three of the four walls. Five long tables, adorned with dark green lamps, spaced out almost equally, fill the room. I clutch the strap of my backpack and walk forward.
    Looks like I’m the first one here. Great, am I the only person who needs tutoring help in physics? Guess it would be nice if the tutors were actually here. I drop my backpack on the second to last table and slide into the hard wooden chair, arranging my tablet and physics book on the table along with two ink pens.
    I take one from my meticulously arranged menagerie and tap it on the tabletop. Too bad patience isn’t a virtue I’ve been blessed with. I pull out my cell phone from my backpack and check the time: six o’clock on the dot. Looks like the tutors aren’t so punctual.
    The door crashes against the doorjamb and slams shut, sending a loud thump through the quiet room. I jump and stare straight ahead. Heavy footsteps stomp toward me, louder with each step. I push my chair back and stand up, trying to get a better look at whomever is coming toward me.
    I squint and try to focus as the figure steps into the dim light. It can’t be. I rub my eyes and stare. Dean breaths heavy and throws his backpack on the table top next to me.
    He pulls off his hat and runs his hand through his hair. “Ready to learn the laws of attraction? ” He pulls out a chair and plops down, pulling it closer to mine.
    My eyes travel along his chiseled jaw line to his cheeks, tinged with the slightest hint of red from the