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and kept walking when I heard his
voice calling for me to wait. I was furious. What were the chances
of him being in my very first University course ever?
    “Wait up, Lex!”
    I swiveled around to face him. “What do you
want?”
    He stopped in his tracks, looking a little
uncertain and totally gorgeous. He was wearing the plain black
shirt I’d imagined him wearing and it did accentuate his
biceps and chest.
    He hoisted his bag higher on his right
shoulder. “So we’re in the same History of Music class.”
    “Yeah, I figured that out when you put me
out of my misery in front of everyone.”
    One side of his lips quirked up. “Glad to
help.”
    I crossed my arms. “I thought you said you
were taking premed.”
    “I am. I needed an art elective and I happen
to love music. I play guitar.”
    I sighed. Of course he did.
    “What seminar are you in?” he asked, pulling
out his phone.
    I didn’t need to pull out my calendar; I had
my schedule burned in my memory. “Wednesday at 3.”
    “No way! Me too. Professor Durst?”
    “Yes,” I responded through my teeth.
    “What are the chances?” He flashed me a grin
before walking away down the hall.
    I gripped the straps of my bag and took a
deep breath. The seminar had at most ten people, which meant I was
going to be forced to spend an hour a week in close proximity to
Ian Crawford for the entire year . How was I possibly going
to do that?
    Wednesday had just become the worst day of
my week.
    But when Wednesday rolled around, I was
spared alone time with Ian by a terrible flu. I hadn’t been sick
like this since I was in elementary. For the first time, I was glad
the bathroom was right outside our room. I made multiple runs in
there to toss my cookies and when I could no longer get out of bed,
I just rolled over and puked into the trashcan.
    “It stinks in here,” Melissa groaned when
she came back from class. “Seriously, you couldn’t get up?”
    “I was asleep and woke up to puke,” I
snapped.
    “Well it’s disgusting. You should get up and
shower. It will make you feel better.”
    True—plus I could puke in the shower if I
needed to. I pulled myself out of bed, grabbed my basket of shampoo
and razors and padded like a zombie into the bathroom. All three
stalls were empty so I chose the most private one.
    I’d missed all of my Wednesday classes.
Luckily I’d been to most of the lectures already, so it was only
the History of Music seminar I was really worried about. Like it or
not, I was probably going to have to talk to Ian about getting the
notes. The idea made me queasier.
     
    I showered for what felt like half a day,
relishing in the warmth and the feeling of actually being clean. If
only the water could cleanse me of my illness and make me normal
again.
    God, I missed being healthy. You really do
miss what you have when it’s gone.
    When I could finally tear myself from the
warm water, I stepped out of the stall and realized I’d forgotten
my robe in my room. Cursing silently, I wrapped a towel around me
before shoving open the bathroom door. It connected with someone
outside in the hall.
    “I’m so sorry,” I began and then swallowed
my words. Ian was standing in front of my room.
    “Oh, it’s you. Then I’m not sorry,” I
muttered. To my surprise, he looked momentarily hurt, and I felt a
twinge of guilt.
    “I actually came by to give you the handouts
from the seminar today.”
    Damn. That was pretty sweet. I took them
gingerly, holding my towel up with only one hand. He smirked and
shoved his hands in his pockets, glanced away.
    “One other thing,” he said, frowning at the
names on my whiteboard as if he’d just noticed them, “I guess
there’s a group project for each semester. Prof asked us to choose
a teammate, and I told her I know you.”
    “Okay...so we’re in a group together? How
many other people?”
    He turned to look at me again, a smile
playing on his lips like he knew I wasn’t going to appreciate
hearing what he