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says when I'm done. She is shaking her head and laughing at me. "You're unbelievable!"
    I draw in a stuttered gasp. "What? Why? Those were legitimate questions!"
    Celia winks at me.
    "Sure they might be," she agrees. "But that doesn't mean you have to ask them the way you did! And scolding him for not doing things like a real professor - really?!"
    "That's not exactly what I said," I try to defend myself.
    "But it's what you implied!" Celia insists. "And he knows that!"
    She leans in a little closer to me and narrows her eyes, throwing me a covert glance.
    "Besides," she says in a soft voice. "I know what you're like. You don't exactly adhere to polite behavior when you think it's time to lecture someone."
    "What's that supposed to mean?" I ask, huffing.
    "You know exactly what I mean," Celia says, moving away from me and turning around to continue painting her face for whatever she has planned tonight.
    "I bet he's pretty mad at you now, which can't be good for your grade," she assumes while applying some eye shadow.
    "Well, remember, he's not going to grade us," I remind her. "It's probably best that he doesn't. He's not qualified whatsoever."
    Celia rolls her eyes. "Yeah, and I'm sure you made sure he's aware of that."
    "He doesn't need me to tell him," I say. "But you might be right... I should have been nicer and a bit more careful."
    Celia's eyebrows arch up in surprise. "What makes you say that?"
    "When I was about to leave, he asked for my name," I explain. "And he had this brooding look on his face. Very odd. Scary."
    "Uh oh," she says, chuckling. "Seems like he's taken note of you, girl. Not surprisingly."
    I don't add anything to that. My eyes fall down on my lap, where I'm nervously playing with my fingers, turning around the only piece of jewelry I wear on a regular basis - a black ceramic ring. My face softens every time I look at it. It was supposed to be a lucky charm for something I wanted a long time ago, and has been my companion for close to ten years. In a way, it has become a reminder of terrible neglect, but I refuse to look at it that way.
    "You know that doesn't have to be a bad thing," Celia says, thinking that I'm worried.
    I look up at her with a quizzical expression, meeting her eyes in her makeup mirror.
    "That he's taken note of you," she explains. "It doesn't have to be a bad thing. Maybe he's impressed with your attitude or something. Who knows."
    "Yeah, maybe," I say. "He said he liked me."
    "What?!" Celia exclaims, abruptly turning around to me. "He said he likes you?! And you're just telling me now?"
    I sigh. Why did I have to blurt that out? I made it sound as if he declared his love for me or something. How silly.
    And where are these sharp palpitations coming from? Why does my heart do these silly jumps every time I recall that moment? "I like you." Those words coming from his mouth had a sting-like quality, as if he was poking straight into my insides. I don't know how to process that feeling. Did it feel good? Bad?
    It certainly doesn't feel familiar.
    "He said something along those lines," I admit, avoiding Celia's amused smirk. "After I accused him of wanting to take revenge on me."
    Celia bursts out with laughter.
    "You dirty girl!" she asserts. "Flirting with the hottest guest lecturer this school has ever seen. I knew there was a little bad girl behind all that rigid exterior of yours!"
    I huff, shaking my head. "I wasn't flirting with him!"
    Celia casts me a saucy smirk, before she turns her back to me to finish her makeup for the night.
    "Sure you were," she insists. "I have a feeling you're quite smitten with him-"
    "I'm not!" I object, sounding like a defiant child.
    "I was gonna add that you wouldn't admit it," she concludes.
    She checks herself one last time, grimacing toward her reflection and putting a few lose strands of her hair into place that she secures with hairspray before she jumps up from her chair.
    "I gotta go," she announces. "Give you some time to dream about