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Dear Professor(90)



Being caught was now even scarier.

I twirled my pen as I sat through Professor Banks’s discussion on the greatest tragedies in romance. I couldn’t look at her the same anymore. All I saw was a woman who’d once slept with the same man I had—something you’d think I’d have been used to, but nope. Not this time.

I actually felt incredibly awkward. Like a nun at an orgy. I kept looking at her and seeing this whole other woman I didn’t know. I guessed that’s why relationships like that were all banned—how could you focus on your class if all you could think about were personal things regarding your professor?#p#分页标题#e#

Ugh. I was so screwed for the rest of this year.

The class ended, and I packed my things up, ready to meet Jake for lunch. I could feel Professor Banks’s eyes on me as I zipped my purse and put it on my shoulder, but when I looked in her direction, she was wiping off the whiteboard behind her desk.

I shrugged it off and left the room despite the niggle in the back of my mind. I was sure it was borne purely of paranoia. Now that I had everything to lose, including Jordan, I had to get a grip on myself. Nothing screamed suspicious more than suspicious behavior. That was why it was suspicious, after all.

Yeah—I definitely needed to pull myself together. I had more decisions to make than just whether I should send my application to Harvard today or tomorrow.

I had to decide what I was going to do about Dalton House.

He hadn’t mentioned it since our big conversation, but I knew there was absolutely no way I’d be on cam again as long as we were seeing each other.

My phone pinged with an e-mail notification, and I couldn’t help but smile when I saw Jordan’s name.



To: darcyh_345@gmail.com

From: jkeat@gmail.com

Subject: Dinner…



Darcy,

Meet me at Pete’s Diner at six. Unfortunately, I’m not quite up on the restaurants for dinner dates…

J



I laughed as I hit reply.



To: jkeat@gmail.com

From: darcyh_345@gmail.com

Subject: I suppose…



Dear Professor,

See you then.

Xoxo, Darcy.



I was still smiling as I walked into the cafeteria and spied Jake sitting in the corner.

It was a good day.





I hummed as I pulled up outside Pete’s parking lot. I couldn’t see Jordan’s SUV anywhere, but I was a little early, so I decided I’d go in, get a table, and let him know. My car lights flickered bright orange as I locked the vehicle and pulled my jacket around me tighter. December was getting closer, and it was starting to get stupidly cold.

I pushed the door to Pete’s open and welcomed the rush of warm air. Even if it was so thick with grease that I could practically taste it on my tongue.

I waited by the bar for a moment, looking over the booths and out the window. When five minutes passed and he hadn’t shown, I pulled out my phone and e-mailed him.

Why I still didn’t text him, I didn’t know.



To: jkeat@gmail.com

From: darcyh_345@gmail.com

Subject: Where are you?



Dear Professor,

You’re late. Getting a table.

Xoxo, Darcy.



“Excuse me.” I grabbed a server who couldn’t have been older than eighteen. “Do you have a spare table for two?”

“Uhhh, sure.” He scanned the room. “Right over there. The little, round one next to the booths.”

“Thank you.” I smiled and crossed through the restaurant.

My phone pinged in my hand, and the subject line was enough to give me chills.



To: darcyh_345@gmail.com

From: jkeat@gmail.com

Subject: Where should I be?



Darcy,

I’m at home, working. Where do you have a table?

J



I stopped, my heartbeat picking up. My phone started ringing, and I almost dropped it when his name flashed on the screen.

“Hey.”

“Was I supposed to meet you somewhere?” he asked, skipping a greeting.#p#分页标题#e#

I placed my purse on top of the table. “Yeah. I got an e-mail from you just before lunch telling me to meet you at Pete’s at six.”

“Uh… Darcy, I haven’t e-mailed you today.”

“Yes, you have.” I felt sick. “Right after twel—” I looked up as the familiar face of Professor Carly Banks came into my view.

Her lips were twisted in an ugly smile, and her eyes were cold.

Maybe I hadn’t been imagining that look after class.

“I’ll call you back,” I said slowly then hung up. “What a coincidence,” I said to Professor Banks. “I didn’t know many people knew about this place.”

“It’s on my way home.” She smiled sweetly. “I thought the same.”

I shrugged a shoulder. “Student budget and all that. It’s pretty cheap here.”