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not my best subject. Don’t get me wrong, I do okay, but I definitely have to work at it. It doesn’t come easily to me, and unlike my other classes, it only meets one day a week for half the day because of the experiments we’ll be doing.
    Several seats are still available when I walk in, so I’m not the last one to arrive. I grab a seat near the front. I’m going to need to be focused if I’m going to do well, expectations and everything. I roll my eyes at the thought.
    Class finally starts and my teacher is a woman this time. She goes over the syllabus and her expectations of the class for the semester. She then tells us we will have a lab partner, which she’ll assign at the end of the class. I’m actually glad to hear that, no pressure. I take a moment to look around, noting one of these people will be my lab partner for the entire length of the semester and wonder whom it might be.
    I notice a guy a few chairs down from me that looks vaguely familiar. Considering I haven’t technically met anyone other than Mac—well, and Luke I guess—I wonder why I recognize him. I turn around to take another look and see him glancing around the room.
    On his face sits a pair of glasses I’ve definitely seen before. I stare harder, and the moment our eyes meet, I remember. The library; the book, and running into a hard chest, and those dark, chocolate-brown eyes. The same eyes I remember falling asleep thinking about. How is it I can remember his eyes so vividly from behind his dark rimmed glasses?
    He doesn’t acknowledge me, but it looks as though he recalls me, too. I quickly turn away before my face catches on fire from embarrassment.
    Ashley Davis doesn’t get embarrassed. What’s my problem?
    I brush it off, chastising myself for getting distracted and pay close attention to the Professor. Many, many scribbled notes later, we are instructed to stay in our seats until our lab partners are called. She explains she will be pairing us, starting from the bottom of the list alphabetically and pairing with the beginning of the alphabet. I should be paired rather quickly then.
    She calls a Zuckerman and an Allen first. Next is a Yang and a Bailey. Who knew waiting to see who you will be paired and sitting with all semester could be so nerve wracking? A Whitman is called, and then my last name, Davis. I raise my hand, glancing around the room to see whom my partner is, only to see the guy with the glasses has his hand raised as well.
    Oh, holy hell. What are the odds?
    Once we’re all paired, everyone begins to scatter and leave. I gather my things; taking my time in the hopes ‘Whitman’ will be gone. I don’t let my eyes wander, but keep them focused on the task at hand and finally sling my bag over my shoulder.
    I turn, only to bump into a hard chest, again, a slight eeep escaping me.
    “Hey, slow down. Do you always make a habit of rushing around and bumping in to people?” It’s not a sarcastic comment. No, the comment is said teasingly. Except, I’m not in the mood for teasing. This guy seems to bring out the worst in me.
    “Damn, you are in my way!”
    He tilts his head to the side, examining me. “Well, I thought, since we are going to be lab partners, I should introduce myself.”
    “Sorry,” I say. I’m not completely bitchy, but not really sorry either.
    He extends his hand, “I’m Zeke, and you are?”
    I grab his hand to shake it, and when our hands touch, warmth spreads through me. Surprised at the sudden sensation, I quickly drop his hand, feeling the need to flee.
    “Ashley,” I finally manage to mutter. “Look, I really need to go. I guess I’ll see you next Monday?”
    He gives me a strange look, oblivious of my need to escape. “Um, okay,” he says. He hands me a folded up piece of paper, which immediately shoots one of my eyebrows up.
    “This is my number. Can I get yours?”
    “Why do I need your number, and why do you need mine?” I ask.
    “Well, since we are going to be lab