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    Pull yourself together, Isabella!
    I look back at the papers in front of me, pretending to read them, though I have no idea what they say. My hands are clasped tightly in front of me.
    I’m supposed to look at this professor all year and actually concentrate? Maybe I should’ve taken that education class. I wonder if it’s too late to change.
    I glance back up at him. Then again, a little eye candy could fall into the Major Bonus category. Once I get over the initial shock of his looks, I should be able handle his class okay.
    Right?
    I realize everyone’s looking at me. Professor Brooks’ arms are crossed and he’s watching me with a bemused expression.
    Shit. It’s my turn. “I’m Isabella. I’m a senior with a double major in Biology and Chemistry.”
    Professor Brooks nods. Damn. He’s so hot I’m actually starting to get wet. I hope I’m not blushing. Get it together, girl!
    “And?” he says. He’s giving me that bemused smile again. Who knew a professor in a blazer giving me a bemused smile could be so hot?
    I blink. “And? Oh. Right. I’m short some humanities credits for graduation, so here I am.”
    “An endearing reason,” he says with a smile, before looking to the next student and indicating it’s her turn.
    I’m glad he’s not looking at me anymore because I can’t seem to peel my eyes off him.
    Now I know for sure. Taking this class was a horrible, horrible idea.

Chapter 4
     
    I’m sitting on the couch in the living room of our new apartment. Sam, Chloe, Ashley, and I signed a year lease July 1st and I’m thoroughly enjoying being off campus for our senior year. I’ve had enough of dorm living.
    Sam’s in her room but Ashley’s on the overstuffed chair across from me. She’s rapidly working her long hair into a single braid. She gave up the double braids, and the beanie, sophomore year.
    The Biochemistry, Cell and Molecular Biology GRE Study Guide is open on my lap and I’m just starting a new note card when Chloe walks in the front door.
    “You’re back early,” I say. It’s nearly nine at night, but I didn’t expect to see her for the rest of the evening. She’s been out with Brad, missing our traditional start-of-the-year volcano fries expedition to Delsa’s.
    “Just picking up my tablet,” she says, her auburn hair bouncing as she trots down the hall.
    “There’s a shake in the freezer for you,” Ashley calls after her, her fingers flying. Even after all these years, I’m still impressed by how quickly she manages it. I’ve tried braiding her hair before and it takes me forever.
    “Thanks,” Chloe hollers from their room. “I’ll get it later.”
    My phone dings. It’s a text from Leo.
    Him: We need to talk.
    We’ve seen each other a couple times since school started, and it’s only confirmed what I suspected before. This relationship has run its course. I’m pretty sure he’s cooled as much as I have. We’ve had sex once since reuniting and it was about as exciting as a trip to the grocery store.
    Me: Yes.
    Him: You free now?
    I pretty sure I know what’s coming and I really don’t want to get into it tonight.
    Chloe comes back down the hallway, her tablet in her hand. She heads for the door, then halts, looking at me. “Oh, what’d the dean want?” she asks.
    “Apparently I’m short a humanities credit. I didn’t want to drop any of my classes so he gave me permission to go over the cap. I’m taking Intro to Philosophy.”
    She nods in approval. “That’s cool. Have you had your first class yet?”
    “Yeah. This afternoon. It’s a new professor. He’s kinda cute.”
    There. I said it. I’m officially not withholding anything. Right? Although ‘kinda cute’ might not be quite the right way to describe him.
    “That’s a nice change of pace,” Chloe says rolling her eyes. Her phone dings and she bolts. “It’s Brad. Mr. Impatient. Gotta run.” She gives us a smile and a wave and bounds out the door.
    I glance out the