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embarrassment. "Students like you. It's more fun to deal with someone like you than a doe-eyed admirer who won't give me any backtalk. No challenge. Kind of boring, don't you think?"
    Her cheeks and ears are glowing crimson red, and her lips part in an attempt to speak. She has never been seen as a rebel, as someone who talks back, someone who poses a challenge to her teachers. That is not who she is.
    This is new to her.
    "Harlington," she says eventually, her voice thin and shaky, very unlike it was before. "Lana Harlington."
    "Thank you, Miss Harlington," I say, nodding toward her. "I am looking forward to being your teacher for this semester."
    She nods, but doesn't say anything. Instead of her mouth, it's her eyes that move. They flutter like wings of a butterfly. She stares at me with those flickering lashes for a few moments, before she decides to turn around.
    My eyes are glued to her back as she walks away to leave the auditorium, shaking her slim hips dressed in a dark gray skirt that hides her perky ass.
    I am going to wrap my hands around those hips. And I am going to spank the hell out of that tight, little ass.
    Just you wait, Miss Harlington.

CHAPTER FOUR
LANA
    F or as long as Celia and I have shared a room, I cannot remember the last time she asked me about my day. The way we pursue our college life is so different that there are times where we hardly see each other, let alone speak to one another.
    When I come home after a long day of classes and working at the library, Celia is usually about to get ready to go out or has already left, and when I get up in the morning, she is still fast asleep. She is smart and never picks a class that starts earlier than 10 in the morning, and even that time is a struggle for her.
    This evening, she is sitting at her desk, in the middle of fixing her makeup when I walk in. Normally, I wouldn't get more than a simple 'Hi' from her, without even turning her head to look at me. Today, she stops what she's doing as soon as I open the door, looking at me with expectant eyes. "So, how was it?"
    "How was what?" I ask, confused. "My day?"
    She sighs and rolls her eyes. "No, silly. Your lecture with Mr. Awesome!"
    I head over to my side of the room, throwing my bag onto my bed and let out an angry snort.
    "Mr. Full-of-himself is more like it," I say. "He's such a douche bag! I cannot believe the University lets him teach!”
    I sink down on the bed next to my bag and look over to Celia, who is eying me with an amused smile.
    "He's not qualified at all," I continue. "No syllabus, no grades, no exam, no papers. I feel like he's going to spend the entire semester telling us about how great he is, and that's it."
    Celia grins. "Oh, that's gonna make him even more popular, I bet!"
    "With those brainless fangirls? Sure!" I say. "But you know, some people actually want to learn something..."
    "Some people," Celia interjects. "You, maybe."
    "And the way he exposed me...," I add, regretting it just a moment later as Celia's eye light up with excitement.
    "Exposed you?" she asks.
    She leans over the backrest of her chair, looking at me with a coy smile. "What is that all about? Spill the beans!"
    "Don't you have to be somewhere?" I ask, nodding toward the makeup brush in her hand.
    She waves me off. "Oh, don't try to change the subject now! Tell me!"
    I sigh. Why did I even start this conversation? I could have just given her what she wants: tell her that Mr. Portland is as handsome as they say and that it's nice to have some eye candy in class - or something along those lines. By telling her the truth, I will only end up as the bad guy of the story. I always do.
    But I have dug myself too deep, and I'm not quick-witted enough to come up with a good lie.
    I give her a short version of the events that happened during Mr. Portland's introductory lecture, hoping that she'll content herself with it and leave me alone for the night sooner rather than later.
    Of course, she doesn't.
    "Oh, Lana," she