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me.”
    “I’m not here to date. I’m here to get an education. Besides, girls like me don’t date guys like you.”
    “That’s a lot of negativity to absorb all at once.”
    “There’s nothing negative about it. It’s just the truth.”
    He gave me an intense stare that seemed to instantly melt whatever coldness I had toward him. His beautiful brown eyes were almost too much to bear.  Then he bit his lower lip and continued staring at me. I felt like I was being put under a spell. He took my breath away.
    “We’ll see about that ,” he whispered then he winked at me—again. What was it with all the winking? Whatever it was, it worked, though, because I thought my knees would give out. Then he turned and walked away. 

 
    Three
    Ball in Play
     
    I could feel the excitement building in my chest as I headed for the art building. The class was in a three-hour block on Thursday afternoons. I heard it was scheduled that way to accommodate trips to local galleries and museums. I couldn’t wait for my first college level art class.
    I was also going to see Aaron again. I noticed my heart skipped a few beats when I thought of him. Even though he drove me crazy with his over-confidence and large ego, he also intrigued me in a way that no other guy had ever done. Of course, no other male, who looked like Aaron, had ever spoken more than two words to me. I had to admit he was hot even if he did get under my skin.
    I arrived fifteen minutes early and took a seat in the empty classroom. Even the instructor hadn’t arrived yet. I sat near the front and middle of the room, right near the isle. I wanted to make sure I didn’t miss a thing.
    I opened my text book and looked at some of the pieces that were highlighted.  I was already familiar with most of the work from my own art studies in high school. When I heard giggling, I glanced up to see two pretty girls enter and sit near the back. They were both chatting and laughing. If the school still had sororities, they probably would have been prime candidates.
    An older woman entered carrying a stack of books. She looked to be in her mid-50s, with shoulder length grey hair. She was wearing Navy blue slacks and a matching jacket, which were elegant and classy.
    She placed all of her books and materials on the desk in the front of the classroom then glanced in my direction. She gave me an incredibly warm smile, which immediately put me at ease.
    Several other students, most of them dressed in sweat pants and sweat shirts, filed into the classroom and filled up the back rows with the two pretty girls. I immediately felt awkward being the only student sitting anywhere near the front of the room.
    The instructor looked at her watch then cleared her throat to get everyone’s attention. Before she could utter a word, Aaron strolled into the room looking as sexy as ever in snug dark jeans and tight fitting polo. Why did he always have to look so good?
    He gave the instructor his dazzling smile and she rolled her eyes a bit. She was the first female I had ever seen immune to his charms. I could hear a few whispers from the back of the room as Aaron turned to make his way down the isle of desks. When I looked back at the pretty girls, they were both giving Aaron playful little waves. When I turned back, I saw Aaron nod in their direction. More playful giggles rose from where the pretty girls were sitting. Could they be more obvious in their attempts to garner his attention? I guessed he wouldn’t have any trouble accumulating points for his tournament score card. Girls were practically throwing themselves at him. The thought made my stomach lurch.
    As Aaron walked past me, I started to get anxious. His eyes were fixed on me. Even though his expression was neutral, there was something in those intense brown eyes that gave me little shivers. I expected him to make his way to the back of the room with everyone else but he grabbed the desk immediately behind mine.
    He moved his desk up