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    “And what?” My heart speeds up nervously. Talking to Tosha about Macsen like nothing is wrong makes me feel sick. I smooth out my pants to keep my hands busy. “I have a class with him.”
    “I’ve only spoken to him a few times,” Tosha confesses. “He’s really quiet. Reads a lot ... actually, he’s a lot like you.”
    Tosha doesn’t know that, for me, that’s the biggest insult. I am nothing like Macsen Sloan. Nothing.
    “That’s not true at all,” I tell her firmly. 
    She ignores my tone of voice. “You should talk to him,” she encourages.
    I shake my head quickly and frown. “I’m not going to do that.”
    Not yet, at least. I want to give it time and wait to see if he remembers anything about me. If he really looks closely, he’ll see a resemblance. I’m not surprised that he didn’t recognize me from the coffee shop last May. Back then I wasn’t even a blip on his radar.
    “Are you nervous to talk to him?” Tosha asks in a teasing voice.
    “No—”
    Quickly, she interrupts me. “Are you being all quiet and ‘Emilia’?”
    “What other way would I be?”
    Tosha shrugs her shoulders and hops off my bed, sliding on her flip-flops. “It’s hard to tell with you, Emilia.”
    With Tosha off the bed, I scramble out of the chair and dive onto my stiff mattress. The sad part is that I’m actually getting used to the lumpy feeling. 
    I fluff my pillow and grin widely at Tosha. “I’m quiet. People can’t handle quiet people?”
    “There’s nothing wrong with quiet,” Tosha points out. “It’s when you stare at someone like you know everything about them. That’s what no one can handle.”
    Weakly, I defend my habit. “Some people are just easy to read.”
    “You’re going to find someone that reads you right back,” she warns. It’s meant to be a joke, but my blood freezes. It’s a scary thought, thinking someone could possibly see my pain. Tosha gives me another pointed look and smiles. “And when that happens, I’m going to be there with a post-it in my hands. It’s going to say, ‘Told ya so!’ and I’m going to slap it on your forehead.”
    My expression is dull, but I’m panicking inside. “Thank you for your support,” I say dryly.
    Tosha heaves a sigh and pats me on my knee. “Whatever you’re after ... just take it, Emilia.” She walks over to my desk and unzips my makeup bag. “You can be fierce when you want to be.”
    “You think so?”
    Cocking her hip to the side, she points my lip liner at me. “I know so. You’re like broken glass.”
      “Broken glass?” I give her a strange look.
      “You’re intense. It’s unexpected and makes everyone jump.”
      “I hope I cut a few people,” I reply dryly. 
    Pulling out my compact she looks at her face and nods at her reflection. “You will.” Tosha slams the compact shut and looks over at the right side of the room. “Hey, where is Severine?”
    We’ve been talking for almost two hours. How is Tosha just now noticing that Severine isn’t here? 
    “Probably with Thayer. She’s never here.”
    “What do you think of her?” she asks.
    I shrug and stare at the ceiling. “She’s okay. Reminds me of a Bond girl.”
    A short burst of laughter escapes Tosha. “What?”
    Turning over, I look at my friend. “You know, she’s friendly in person but actually cunning.”
    “Oh really? And you’re completely pure and innocent?” Tosha jokes.
      There are major differences between Severine and me. She’s beautiful with her green eyes, dark hair, and plump lips. But she knows she’s gorgeous and is smart enough to use that to her advantage. I can’t use my looks as a weapon. But that’s where my people-watching skills come in handy. That’s my weapon and it never fails me.
    When Severine and I are in the same room, we tiptoe around each other. The conversation always remains light. It’s very clear that neither one of us really trusts the other. 
    “Well, I know she’ll come