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are in that class?”
    Sebastian grinned, not trying to hide it this time. He’d wondered when this would occur to Paul. “About a hundred.”
    “And you’re there, what, a half-hour a week? You don’t even take attendance for Ari, man. You just read all those essays those kids generate.”
    “Some of those kids are older than me.”
    “Don’t change the subject,” Paul snapped.
    Sebastian linked his arms across his chest and grinned at the ceiling now. “Yeah, a half-hour a week. I noticed this guy. He’s got an amazing body, yeah? That T-shirt he was wearing today was painted on, and he’s got that dark-haired, bad-boy brooding look. It’s pretty appealing.”
    “He’s a frat boy jock!” Paul gaped at him. Paul was an intellectual snob, and jocks had no place in his world except as objects of derision. For the typical reason, of course: the high school athletic teams’ natural prey was the weak, intelligent queer boy.
    “Makes him that much better to look at. Did you check out those muscles? Brad has a nice set of arms on him. And, man, you should see the view from behind.” For just a second, Paul might have looked interested, but he squelched it with a contemptuously curled lip. Really, Sebastian was enjoying messing with Paul too much. It wasn’t nice.
    Not that he was going to stop.
    “He could be playing you!”
    “What, like flashing his well-formed pecs at me to get what he wants? Showing me his corded neck so I’ll overlook his plagiarized paper?” Sebastian laughed. “He’s straight!” He was pretty sure. “Even if it occurred to him to do it, he’d never be able to make himself.” He grinned over at Paul, enjoying his flustered outrage openly.
    “He could be trying to inveigle you!” Paul was so worked up he stood and leaned across his desk, planting his hands on the surface. “Get you obsessed with him, then get you to change his grade.”
    “You cannot be for real.” Sebastian laughed more. “You think he’s trying to trap me with his masculine wiles, yeah? Even if he is, do you really think I would be susceptible?”
    Paul pointed a finger at him. “Mock me all you want, but I’m telling you, you need to keep an eye on Frat Boy.”
    “Oh, I will. I’ll be watching Frat Boy very closely.”
    Paul glared at Sebastian and stalked out of the room, muttering something about coffee and traitors.
    Sebastian chuckled to himself as he picked up the next essay from the stack he was grading. Paul was so easy to fuck with. Sebastian was probably going to have to apologize for it, but it had been fun while it lasted.
    Truth was, Sebastian had kind of needed that. Just a little bit of stress release. For some reason, he’d been horribly disappointed when he’d seen Brad’s paper this week. When he started reading it, his chest had felt like it was filling up with concrete. He was so mad he didn’t even feel that amused disappointment he usually did when he caught a cheater.
    He’d tried to shrug it off. Didn’t work so well. He’d ended up taking a walk. Normally he’d contact a student outside of class for something like that, but he’d just wanted it over with. So he’d gone back home and gotten Brad’s paper, scribbled the note on it, and went to Ari’s class to deliver it.
    Then he’d spent the rest of the morning rethinking all the crap he’d already let himself think about Brad. Maybe Brad was exactly what he looked like. Sometimes stereotypes fit.
    But sitting in that coffee shop, having Brad apologize, felt like such a relief he’d had to smile. For a few seconds he’d almost let himself start a conversation.
    Fuck, he had to stop this. He thought about that kid too much.
    Maybe Toby wanted to troll the bars, check out some guys tonight. That would probably do the trick.
     

     
    Sophie called that night. “I think I’m in love.”
    Sebastian smiled into the phone at his sister. “What’ve I told you about that love thing? It’s just a word straight guys