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    I pulled out a pen from my black and red bag and started to doodle on my piece of paper. I stared at the front of the room and tried to pay attention to our teacher, but the more I stewed in my seat, the more I felt his hot searing gaze on me.  
    "What are you drawing, Sunny?" Luke breathed right into my ear, causing goose bumps to trickle down my back. I caught the scent of his breath, and it was minty fresh, evergreen if my senses were on point. Mental note: Don't let Ash breathe down girls' necks and flirt relentlessly. Ash would not become an aggressive male that toyed with girls who were clearly not interested. I'd have to make sure his breath is stinky at all points of his teenage years.
    "Stop calling me that," I bit out, wishing this professor would notice the nagging behind me. But his back was to us students, and he didn't even hear. Although I doubt he could anyway. He was ancient.  
    "Then tell me your name."
    "I'd prefer you not call me at all." I smiled to myself. I still had a little kick to me. It was good to know, since I thought I had lost all my spunk.
    "Whatever you say, Sunny." Mental note: Never let Asher give a female a nickname. It was way too sexy and flattering but wrong, nonetheless.
    I heard the seat squeak as he sat back, out of sight. I tuned most of the class out, focusing on my little drawing. I didn't want to think of Luke. I didn't want to imagine his lips on mine, or his eyes on me. When I looked down at my piece of paper, I saw that I was drawing a sun.  

    "Okay class, we have about ten minutes left. What do you say we do some ice breakers?" Dr. Atwater clapped his hands excitedly. Dr. Atwater tried really hard to be the "fun" teacher. I could tell from his overly smiling face and bounce to his step. But he was so old that I think he spent most of the class thinking he was talking to himself.  
    "Circle up!" he said, waving his arms in a circle and directing us where to go. People groaned as they stood from their seats and moved, chairs squeaking and tables scraping against the tiled floor. I rolled my eyes as I dragged my desk into the formation Dr. Atwater asked for.  
    "The name of the game is sausage."  
    I sat back in my seat and had to hold back my whine. I had to play this game at college orientation four years ago, and I hated it. It was even worse being done by this old guy. At least at orientation it was led by other students. "Who wants to be the first person?"
    Nobody responded. Shocker.
    Dr. Atwater's eyes surveyed the crowd, and I could tell from the mischievous grin on his face that he was going to pick someone at random. He was mostly focused on the other side of the room, so I felt safe. I grabbed my pencil from the desk and started twirling it around my middle finger.
    "I bet I could make you laugh," Luke said from the seat next to me. I turned in the seat and glared at him, crossing my arms over my chest again.  
    "I'm not going up."
    "I guess you lose then." I didn't like to be challenged, especially by a stranger. On the same note, I hated talking in front of a class. But what the hell? For some reason, this guy's games made me feel like I wasn't carrying the weight of a life in my hands.  
    "Try me," I dared with a glint in my eyes as I raised my arm. Luke sat back in his seat, smiling from ear to ear, his white teeth perfectly straight like he'd had years of dental work.  
    "Perfect. What's your name, miss?" I was busted. Dr. Atwater smiled at me, happy that I was volunteering for his stupid game. Little did he know, this was all a scam.
    "Oh um—I." I was going to back out and say that it was just a mistake, but then I risked a glance at Luke, who was still smiling, and gave in "Maggie," I said finally.
    "Please stand in the middle." I slid out of my seat and walked towards the center of the desks, awkwardly pulling on the bottom of my shirt. "Okay, so Maggie, people are going to ask you questions, and you can only respond with sausage