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eighty-nine, and he’s about ready to go. That’s
life, I guess.”
     
    “My grandfather fell off a ladder taking down
Christmas lights,” Trisha said evenly. Sometimes, she was really
talented at channeling anger into a productive performance.
     
    Gen released a little snort, not a mocking
one, really, but one of surprise. She grimaced at her own
reflection, avoiding Trisha’s eyes. “That’s…awful.”
     
    Trisha cocked her head. “That’s life, I
guess.”
     
    She followed Gen out of the bathroom. They
headed down the hallway in the same direction, in awkward silence.
As they approached Room 201, Trisha sighed loudly with resignation.
A whole new semester with Bitchy Chartrand.
     
    She hadn’t had a class in this room before.
It was roomy and bright, with wood flooring, white walls, and rows
of windows that let in the fierce winter sun. Risers lined one
wall, and a new black piano dominated one corner. Students had
already sat down at desks that were arranged in a semi-circle in
the middle of the room. Trisha saw a few fellow theatre friends she
recognized and tried to distract herself by striking up some small
talk before claiming a desk at one of the tips of the
horseshoe.
     
    “Good afternoon,” cheered a voice, and the
classroom door shut with a hollow sound. Conversation in the room
drifted into silence as everyone’s heads turned.
     
    Trisha’s heart stopped.
     
    Was she seeing things?
     
    Her heart rate gunned into
rapid fire. Almost instantly, she could feel her face flare into a
full-blown blaze of embarrassment. Shit. She was watching Rusty
Quirke, grinning wildly, stroll in behind Professor Kastarellis.
First, his ravishing blue eyes, perfectly proportioned facial
features, and commanding frame struck her breathless. Then her
panic set in. What the hell was he doing
here? Trisha glanced around, wide-eyed, as
if to demand the question of her classmates. Did anyone else see
that there was something incredibly wrong about this? Did anyone
else know that the man who was walking into this room had seen her
exposed, said things to her and touched her in a way to make the
most sensitive parts of her body stand on end? And then—when she
was most vulnerable and entirely seduced—sneered at her and led her
to the door to trudge up the hill to campus, alone and freezing in
the darkness? She was dumbfounded. She clutched the sides of the
desktop with both hands and squeezed hard, as though she could
condense herself into an invisible ball and disappear. Oh my God.
Oh my God!
     
    “This is T210: Characterization,” said
Professor Kastarellis as he set down his courier bag on the
classroom table. “So if you’re in the wrong room, now would be the
time to sneak out before I manipulate you into staying.” He nudged
up his wire-rimmed glasses and smirked.
     
    Rusty placed his own bag on the table next to
the professor’s and looked out at the semi-circle. Trisha’s gaze
darted away. She focused on the piano in the corner. When her eyes
shifted back to Rusty, he wasn’t looking in her direction. But she
was sure he had spotted her. There were only fifteen students in
the class. She thought about taking Professor Kastarellis’
invitation to leave, to pretend that she was never meant to be here
in the first place, and to deal with the consequences later.
     
    “I would like to introduce you to a graduate
student who is extremely talented,” Professor Kastarellis
continued, and held out his arm to Rusty, who was still beaming.
“He will be assisting me in teaching this course for the first four
weeks, and then, he’ll be taking over. I’ll still be around, of
course, but you will turn over your full attention and respect to
Mr. Quirke when it’s time. Is that clear?”
     
    “I’ll give him my full attention, day and
night,” whispered Genevieve, two desks away. Trisha fought the
compulsion to leap across them and wrestle her to the floor.
     
    She blanked out during Professor