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stone washed jeans hugging his long thighs, he tossed his notebook down on the table. He grabbed a chair, turned it backwards, and threw the wooden back against the edge of the table.
    He sat down, that winning smile still plastered on his handsome face.
    I’m not gonna lie, Beau Shepard was gorgeous.
    Tall, but on the skinny side, with nice broad shoulders.
    Steel blue eyes that hinted at more intelligence and sense than he’d like people to think.
    Full, even lips which were always in a permanent smirk.
    Reddish-brown wavy hair cut in a mullet style.
    Not hot now, but totally hot then.
    “ Thanks for being on time,” I let out wryly as I folded my arms across my chest.
    “Sorry, had to take care of something,” he explained with a flippant air about him.
    I scoffed openly. “You’ve got to be joking. Making out with your girlfriend is not taking care of something.”
    “Whoa. She’s not my girlfriend.”
    “Then why are you making out with her?”
    “Cuz I wanna. It feels good, Sunshine. Don’t you like to feel good?”
    I didn’t really know what to say to that. “It doesn’t matter if I want to feel good. You kept me waiting like fifteen minutes.”
    “Well, I’m here now.”
    “Great.”
    “Is this the library?” He looked around as if he had never been in one before. “I always wondered what was in here.”
    I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. “Yep. It’s the place that holds all the books,” I shot back, glancing at the rows of brightly colored encyclopedias to the right of us.
    “So you're going to tutor me in English,” he said, smacking his gum.
    “Yep. That’s the plan.” I shuffled my fingers through the paperback I was holding.
    “Whatchya got there, Sunshine?”
    I studied him, wondering if he was putting on some kind of act. “ Jane Eyre ...you know the book you were supposed to read.”
    “Ah...” He drummed his pencil steadily on the cheap laminate table.
    “Are you ready to get started?” I asked as he played his drum solo on his notebook.
    He shrugged. “Sure.”
    “Let's talk about the story. What did you think of Jane Eyre ?” I asked, hoping he had at least read the story.
    “Um...she was a chick who lived a long time ago,” he answered, making me want to groan in frustration.
    “That’s all you got from reading the story? ‘She was a chick who lived a long time ago?’”
    He shot me a sly grin. “Well...to tell you the truth, I didn't exactly read it.”
    “How far did you get?”
    “Mmm... about four pages in.”
    “Four pages?” I asked in disbelief.
    He smiled unapologetically. “Yep. It was boring.”
    I had such a different opinion. “But this is a beautiful love story. Restrained passion. Love conquers all. Angst. Tragedy. I love this story,” I explained wistfully.
    He scoffed. “Yeah...you like it because you're a girl.”
    “You don't like passion?”
    “I just don't get it. Besides, who uses words like angst anymore?”
    “What’s wrong with angst? It’s a good meaty word.”
    He shot me a sexy grin as he cocked his head sideways. “Meaty, huh?”
    “Get your mind out of the gutter, Shepard,” I snapped, bristling at his racy tone. I was already on edge. His comments weren’t helping.
    “How do you know where my mind is hanging out?”
    “By the look on your face.”
    He smirked. “Yeah, well keep using big words and you’ll see this look on my face.” He opened his mouth stupidly wide and dulled his eyes, making him appear completely bored.
    My sense of humor wasn’t intact. He was neither cute nor funny.
    “Do you even want to be here?” I asked, offended I was wasting my time on someone who clearly did not want help.
    His slightly arched eyebrows furrowed as he shrugged again. “No, not really.”
    “Well, I’m not exactly thrilled to be here either.” I tried to smile, giving it one last shot to relate to him. “But we might as well make the best of it.”
    “Yeah, I don’t know about that.”
    “You’ve got