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in stupid mode. I quickly averted my eyes to the back of Gianna’s head.
    “If you can manage to utilize the functions of your frontal lobe, Ms. Ashford, I asked to have a word with you after class.”
    I had no idea why he’d want to see me. I hadn’t made a peep since the beginning of the semester. Knowing my luck, he was probably going to give me a bill for his dry cleaning.
    Gianna turned, gazing at me briefly. She leaned over to Red and whispered something in her ear and giggled.
    I clenched my hand into a fist. I was tired of being used as Cooper’s punching bag. The man needed to get over the little coffee incident. He wanted to see me after class? Fine. I wanted to see him too—to give him a piece of my mind.
    “Yes, sir.”
    “Ooh, you’re in trouble,” Greg said in a sing-song voice when Cooper released the class.
    “Knock it off.” I slowly gathered my things.
    After most of the class left, I stood a couple of feet from Cooper, waiting as he talked to a few students who had questions about the class assignment.
    “Excuse me.” Gianna sauntered past me as she went to him.
    “I just wanted to tell you I’m learning so much. The extra tutoring you’re giving me has been so helpful.” She placed a possessive hand on his muscular arm then threw me a hateful side-glance.
    What was her problem? She was acting like we were in competition or something. It wasn’t like Cooper liked me. If anything, he’d probably be relieved if I dropped out of the class.
    Oh, crap! That was it. He was kicking me out of class.
    “And I love this color on you.” Gianna’s manicured fingers slid seductively over his black pinstripe shirt.
    I zoomed in on her hand. From out of nowhere, I had the urge to rip her arm off. I stiffened in surprised by my intense and totally irrational reaction. What did I care if she wanted to boink Cooper? It wasn’t any of my business.
    “I have some questions about today’s lecture.” Her hand slowly drifted down his arm before wrapping it around her book. Stroking the text, she continued. “Maybe I can come by your office again?”
    He studied her for a moment. “I’m not available today. Send me an email and we can schedule a time to meet next week. Ms. Ashford.”
    He turned to me, holding out his hand, directing me to the back door of the auditorium.
    Biting my lip, I held back a smug smile. Man, oh man. The shocked expression on her face was so photo worthy. If only I could whip out my cellphone to take a picture.
    As he guided me down the hall, I felt a light pressure on the small of my back. Butterflies fluttered in my stomach at his touch.
    An image flashed. I groaned. The freaky-deaky daydreams were happening again. Permed hair and mullets, bright neon-colored leggings, and headbands flashed through my mind.
    I clenched my fists, straining to keep the strange visions out of my head as I stepped into his office. I tiptoed around the piles of books and knee-high stacks of papers on the floor. The walls were lined with shelves of more books and dozens of awards. A large desk littered with papers and a computer sat against a large window.
    I placed myself in front of his desk, the only clutter-free spot in the room. I caught a glimpse of a stack of graded papers marked with so much red you’d think the paper was bleeding. I’d never seen so many thirties and forties.
    I heard a familiar laugh and glanced out the window. Greg and Travis were walking across the quad. Travis was checking out a group of girls. Greg didn’t seem to care; he just kept on talking.
    I sighed. When Greg had a man crush, nothing could convince him that the guy he’d set his sights on didn’t play for his team. He would just have to find out the hard way later, and I’d be there to pick up the pieces like always. It was hard sometimes. He deserved to find someone who loved him for the sweet, quirky guy he was, even if he was annoying some times.
    I looked down at the desk again and saw his name