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girl.” Cass looked at me strangely. “So he is
helping you? He was pretty tough in class. He didn't really offer much in the
way of extra assistance. I think he had a group tutoring session once a week,
and that was it.” I nodded, and shut my laptop, positive my face was bright
red.
    “I was just curious. He mentioned working on a case and I
wondered exactly what he did.” I shrugged. “I said I was sick, I think he felt
sorry for me and sent through some notes.”
    Cass wasn't buying. She eyed me for what felt like forever.
Finally, she nodded. She knew something was up, but she left it at that.
    She dragged me over to the couch. My mind kept wandering
away from the movie. Who needed The
Notebook when my own love story was developing? I wanted to groan and tease
the part of me that thought this was a good idea.
    Damn you, frisky Emma.
    When I was sure Cass was too caught up in the movie to care
about me anymore, I quietly pulled out my phone.
    Hi Simon,
    I might take you up on the friend thing. You're right,
I don't get to expand my circle too much at the moment. I'm watching some girly
movies right now with some friends. And Carol of course. She loves The Notebook . By the way, I googled you.
    Emma
    I simultaneously pressed send and regretted adding the last
line. What the hell? Who says that? I googled you? I wouldn't be surprised if
the police rocked up to arrest me for stalking. I was one step away from laying
my lingerie out in his bed. I cringed again. I googled you? Jesus Emma, you're a fuck head.
    Cass was staring at me strangely, not that I blamed her.
First the random gasping, and now the loud groans? I'd be suspicious too. 
My phone vibrated wildly in my pocket. Shit. I smiled innocently at Cass until
she turned her attention back to the movie.
    Emma,
    Really, you googled me? Should I be worried? Or
flattered ;) What did you find out exactly? And I must admit I am curious as to
why you googled me. Curious to see what I looked like hey? Should I be changing
my locks?
    Simon
    Relief and terror flowed through me. It was all very
confusing. Was he being friendly here, or flirting? Did I even know the
difference? I desperately wanted to ask Cass, but I wasn't ready to admit this
(whatever it was) to anyone yet. The only thing I was sure about was how glad I
was that I didn't have to attend his class after this. Now that would have been
weird and very awkward.
    Well you have tickets on yourself, Mr Anderson. I
googled you because you mentioned a case you were working on and I was curious
about what you did. I didn't even think to look for a picture of you, didn't
even cross my mind. Sorry to squash your ego there :)
    Almost instantly I had a reply.
    Now I am embarrassed. Is there an undo button on this
thing?
    I laughed loudly. Too loudly. This time all three girls
stared at me. I might as well have jumped on the coffee table and performed a
strip tease. I'm sure it would have gotten me less strange looks.
    “Something funny?” Asked Cass dryly. I shook my head, and
smiled. I waited until they had all returned their attention to the movie.
    Simon,
    Its okay, no need to be embarrassed. We all jump to
conclusions at some time or another. Thanks for your help with the essay and
your feedback. The notes I will go through tonight and probably email you a
million questions. Feel free to tell me to stop if I get too annoying.
    By the way, I lied. I did see your picture.
    Emma
    I felt a feeling in my stomach I don't think I had ever felt
before. Good butterflies. I had no idea good butterflies existed! And here I
was thinking all butterflies were evil. After hearing stories of the girl’s
crushes over the years, it felt good to finally have my own, though I'm sure I
wasn't alone. I was pretty sure the entire female population of the class would
also be crushing on Simon.
    But the girls love assholes, don't they?
     

Chapter Four
     
    I don't know if it was the hot weather, the fact that I'd
had way too much