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drive to school every morning.  

    As I enter the science building, I’m immediately greeted with a warm blast of air from the central heating. My skin begins to wrinkle against the sudden temperature shift, causing me to feel like it’s beginning to crack. As I make a mental note to bring lotion with me tomorrow, I quickly realize that I’ll likely have a long list of mental notes before the day is over with.  

    Getting back into the swing of attending school daily after a break has always been difficult for me and this semester will likely be no exception, since it will be my first week without Derrick in over a year. My only hope is that Derrick and I don’t inadvertently end up in a class together, but the chances are pretty low since I’m almost positive he’s already taken this course.  

    Reaching into my pocket, I pull out my list of room numbers for this semester, trying to figure out where in this academic labyrinth, biology class is in. For three years, I’ve managed to avoid this building, but my senior year finally snuck up on me, forcing me to take the one science subject I need for my English major.  

    Room 218.

    I look at the numbers on the rooms beside me, and realize that I’m still a floor and a corridor from class. I’m suddenly grateful that I had the idea to leave home fifteen minutes early. I should be able to manage to make it right on time. My damp flats click against the marble steps as I quickly make my way up the stairs to the second floor.  

    The room I need ends up being the first room on the left from the stairs, saving me time and as I place my hand on the cold metal door knob, I take in a deep breath. This semester isn’t starting off the way I would have wanted it to, but I allow confidence to find it’s way through the fog and make a determined decision to enter the room with the resolve in knowing that things are going to get better. I open the door and walk inside.  

    Apparently I’m not the only one who signed up for basic biology this semester. The entire room is filled with students, nearly to its maximum capacity. I scan the room, trying my best to find at least one empty seat amongst the crowd of students. Managing to spot two empty chairs near the back, I rush towards them, hoping I can get to at least one of them before the other students who are filtering in can get them.  

    I grin when my butt sits down on the hard wood of the school desk chair. The view of the podium is perfect from this range, while not being too close to the teacher to have to potentially make eye contact with him. Somehow I managed to arrive to a class on time and even find a seat in a spot I like. This has to be a new record for me. Already the semester is getting off to a good start. I kick off my shoes and pull out my biology textbook and binder from my bookbag, feeling fully prepared to tackle my worst subject.  

    “Is the seat beside you taken?” a deep voice asks from behind me.  

    “All yours,” I don’t look up, my eyes are buried into my binder as I look over the syllabus.  

    The tight butt that scoots past to get into the seat beside me catches my eye. Whoever this guy is, he certainly knows how to wear a pair of slacks. Greedily, my eyes take in as much of his firm behind as I can before he moves past me entirely. My eyes dart back down to my binder once he’s past me. I don’t want him to notice that I was gawking. I make a mental note to wait to leave until he gets up, just so I can catch a peek of that adorable backside again.  

    “Have we met?” his deep baritone voice hums besides me.  

    Ugh. Cute ass aside, I am so NOT in the mood to get hit on today...

    His voice does sound slightly familiar. Turning my nose away from my binder, I look up at him. I freeze. My eyes widen as I take in his handsome face. His copper hair glistens against the bright lights of the room. A small cut remains on his face from the fight, but it is quickly healing.