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don’t have access to Starbuck’s. I smile at her thoughtfulness, grab the mug, and head to class.
    I arrive with ten minutes to spare. There are students standing around outside the locked door waiting for Professor Michaels. I am deep in thought when I hear Liam call my name.
     
    "Good morning, Shiv," he says. I don't want to play the part of the bitter reject so I reply despite my lack of willingness.
    "Morning," I deadpan. When I look up at him, I’m met with glacial stares from the two blondes that flank him. Oh my God, his bimbo entourage has multiplied. It is Heather and Melissa from Friday night. Barbie has a twin. Don't get me wrong; I have nothing against blondes—seeing as though my best friend belongs to this demographic. If they were redheads, like myself, they would be redheaded bimbos. Bimboism does not discriminate, and from the looks of it, it's contagious. The two girls’ mannerisms are identical right down to the hyena laugh they share with the rest of us. Liam is not that funny, aarrghh! Our eardrums are saved by the arrival of the professor.
    "Leave everything at the front of the class, with the exception of something to write with," he instructs. “We are going to take a surprise quiz over your assigned reading from last week.” There is a collective groan from the class. I’m glad I actually read last night.
    After everyone has handed in their multiple-choice quiz, Professor Michaels begins his lecture. "Who can identify the ‘O’ from the SWOT analysis and give an example?" I immediately recognize this as one of the questions from the quiz.
    "Miss Gallagher?” he asks.
    Umm ... what? "I didn't raise my hand," I murmur. What is he doing? I look around the room at all the eager faces and hands that are raised futilely for his attention.
    "Anytime now, Miss Gallagher,” he quips.
    "O is identified in the external environment as opportunities in relation to SWOT analysis. Examples may include the development of new products and services," I answer finally—not escaping embarrassment.
    "Very good." He continues on in this fashion with different students until all questions from the quiz are covered, thus providing an indication on how we performed. I got them all right. Who knew that sorrow plus nothing else to do but study as a distraction, equals a good grade?
    When class ends, Liam runs to catch up to me before I leave. “Can we talk?” he asks.
    “Last time we talked it didn't work out too well,” I answer sarcastically. “Besides, the Mattel twins are waiting for you.”
    “What?” He looks confused at my jab, but then realization crosses his stupid handsome face. “Please don't worry about Heather and Melissa. I want us to at least be friends. Can I come by later?”
    I know he is feeling guilty about Friday night and is trying to ease his conscience. “Yeah, when hell freezes over,” I spit angrily. He grabs my arm in attempt to keep me from leaving. His entourage is visibly pissed at the scene he is making.
    “Miss Gallagher, I need a word with you about your quiz,” Professor Michaels interrupts.
     
    Using this moment to escape Liam’s grasp, I rush over to him. Sadness flashes again in his eyes before he heads out the door with the Mattel twins.
    “Are you okay Miss Gallagher?”
    “Fantastic,” I lie.
    “You did great on the quiz. I didn't really need to talk to you about it, but you looked like you could use some help getting out of a sticky situation.”
    “Yeah, well thanks.” I turn on my heel and rush out the door before he can pry or worse—bring up Saturday. That would be right. Sinfully gorgeous, taken, and thoughtful. Typical. Well at least he can continue to star in my fantasies. They act nicely to keep the thoughts of Liam away.
     
    After I attend my other two classes, I’m not in a rush to go home. I look around the campus as smiling students pass me. I find a bench underneath the trees and continue to watch student life, as it should be—fun.