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shrieked Mel, laughing. She stomped her feet
in delight. “I was, what, twelve? I just wanted the bastard to kiss me! All he
wanted to do was play computer games.”
    I caught Cass staring at me again. She smiled, and winked,
tucking a loose strand of red hair behind her ear. That was Cass all over. Any
social situation I was involved in, she'd spend more time was checking in on me
than she did enjoying herself. I had trouble joking about my childhood, and she
knew that. I'd missed out on the little crushes and boyfriends and stuff like
that. I couldn't blame Mel though. It wasn't like she knew. Why shouldn't she
share her latest crush with her friends? I listened to the girls chatter away
while I grabbed a handful of DVDs from the cabinet. I thrust them at Cass. I
squeezed her hand as she took them from me, my way of telling her I was okay.
    “You choose.” I instructed, falling into my seat, already
exhausted. I felt my phone fall out of my pocket. Fishing around under the
cushion I pulled out a crunchie wrapper, a hair tie, and finally, my phone, or
rather Tom's phone. Carol appeared out of nowhere like a ninja to take
possession of the hair tie, before flying into my bedroom.
    I had handled my phone more today than I had in the last
year. All because of a boy, or rather a man. A man I hoped had replied to my
email.
    Emma,
    Wow. Fantastic work. You don't need my help at all. I
love the way you manage to get right inside the victims head, you certainly did
your research on this one. With the second piece, I shouldn't do this, but I
have attached some court documents from a recent case I was working on. This,
along with what you can find in the media, along with the victim impact
statement should be enough to finish the essay.
    On another note, email me any time. I can imagine how
hard it would be to be at home all the time. If you ever just want a friend to
chat to, I'm your guy.
    Simon.
    I read, and re-read the email over and over. My heart
pounded, my palms felt sweaty. He's my guy? I blushed. Wow, twenty and my
first crush, I thought. It was all the symptoms of a panic attack, but in a
good way. I wanted to know everything about him. Cass had finally decided on The Notebook , and was rolling through
the credits. She glanced over my way.
    “You ready?”
    “Just a minute.” I flicked my laptop open. Simon Anderson,
NYC University. The first site was the school homepage. After navigating my way
to the Professors page, I clicked on his profile and gasped.
    “What is it?”
    Shit. I needed to reign in my gasps. They attracted way too
much attention. I swirled around in my chair, trying to block the screen off.
Cass had appeared from nowhere. She pushed my arms aside and squinted at the
screen.
    “What is-Why are you looking up Professor Anderson?” She
looked confused. I blushed, not sure of what to say.
    “He was helping me with an assignment. I just wanted to see
what he looked like, and what he does.” I explained as Cass sat down next to
me.
    “You could have just asked me.” she reminded. “I took the
class too.”
    Shit. I'd forgotten about that. Could I look any more like
an idiot right now? I nodded numbly, mumbling something incoherent about
essays.
    “So?”
    “So what?”
    Cass gestured to the screen. “What do you want to know? He's
hot. He is in his forties I think.” She paused. “Or maybe late thirties. 
He only does the one lecture a week. He works for the District Attorney’s
office. And” She paused again, taking a breath. “He is an asshole.”
    She was right. About the hotness. He was hot. Extremely hot,
with thick, luscious dark hair that my hands just wanted to dive into, and
piercing green eyes. The way he filled out his suit made my legs buckle. I
scanned through his profile. He was 38. Married? Damn. My heart fell.
    “I think I heard he was separated from his wife.” Cass
commented, as if reading my mind. I could have kissed her.  “They have a
kid I think. Pretty young. A