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classroom. She is laughing. I round the corner, but Cindy isn’t in her normal seat. I search the cluttered classroom and find her sitting at the top of the auditorium between Taylor and Brett. I sigh. This is not happening. She waves at me, hand flapping around in the air but I pretend not to see her.
       She calls my name but I sit down and open my notes. She has no boundaries. She is insane if she thinks I’m going to sit with them. No way in Hell. I flip through the pages, and try to remember all of the things I know our teacher will have on our test. The desk next to me squeaks from someone sitting down and I glance up. Taylor looks down at me, a smile riding on his lips.
       “How’s it going, Layla?”
       “The same as the last time, Taylor.” I shut my book and turn toward him. “Didn’t we make a deal last night? You leave me alone if I give you a kiss?” I know my cheeks are flaming from this, but I need him to leave me alone.
       He grins, and leans forward. “What can I say, I’m a bad liar.”
       He is a bad liar. I highly doubt that. As much ass as he gets, I know that he can lie like the rest of them. “If you don’t get away from me, I’m going to ask the professor if she can move you.”
       He shrugs, and brushes a piece of hair away from my eyes. “Stop touching me,” I say, swatting his hand away. “I gave you a kiss, Taylor. Now scram.”
       His manly scent hits me like water to the face. “Aw, Layla. The deal was I’d leave you alone for a while. It’s been awhile. It’s been almost,” he looks at his watch, that looks like it cost as much as my entire outfit, “eight hours. Which, for me, it’s about seven hours too long.”
       I grip my desk. This guy is asking for it. I’m giving him the stare down, when he starts to pull up his shirt sleeves, showing his massively large forearms that are covered in tattoos. “So, you have any plans tonight?”
       “It’s a Monday,” I say. “I have to work, and do homework.”
       “Work at the coffee shop?” he asks.
       I shake my head. “It’s none of your business.” I really don’t have to work at the coffee shop. But, Eric decided he wanted to go to the pool hall with me to hang out. We never get the same night off, so I said yes. And while he finds some guy to talk to, I plan on hustling a few suckers for a couple hundred dollars. The electric bill is due, and I saw these shoes I want from Rue 21.
       Taylor scratches his scruffy chin and smiles. “Why won’t you just admit that you like me, Layla? We had an amazing time this weekend, let me take care of you.”
       Blood rushes to my cheeks. Let me take care of you. “I’m trying to study,” I mumble, shifting through my papers.
       Taylor laughs, and leans back in Cindy’s chair. I’m waiting for him to move, but I quickly realize he has no intention of moving. When Dr. Walter walks in, I sigh in relief. She is holding a stack of papers, I assume to be the test, and is sipping on a cup of coffee.
       “Hello my lovelies, are we ready to express ourselves about John Grimsham today?” She is smiling, ear to ear, her glasses sliding down her nose. Dr. Walter can’t be over thirty-five, but dresses like an eighty year old.
       Everyone mumbles underneath their breath, but she is clueless and starts passing out test. Taylor passes mine to me. I scan the test and sigh. I know most of them. I fill in my test, hurrying to get the hell out of dodge. I flip my test over, and stand up. Taylor’s arm reaches out and snatches my test. He places it on top of his, and walks down to our professor’s desk. She glances up and him and smiles.
       My mouth is hanging open. He is standing by the door waiting on me. So much for my run for it.
       I grab my bags and push past him at the door. “So, where ya going?” he asks, taking a few long strides to catch up with me. A few students are littering the hallways, talking against the wall,