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d I ge
etter didn't change. The huge red F stared at me, and I e
in a hurry, a night before the deadline. I was lucky I didn't fail because-" She nudged me by the elbow.
d. "How did you get an F?" She went through the paper again.
y citation, I rewrote the introduction..." I sighed. "I can't afford to fail this class, because if I
the paper on the desk. "Maybe the
sh her sentence, and Lorcan who was at the podium,
Miss M
s been a mistak
again, and everyone looked up
his cold grey eyes found mine inst
terred. "I made sure every thing was correct. I need this
r paper." He said in a flat voice lik
ead. "So can you tell me
't good
"That's not
o get, Miss Marsh." He looked back d
frozen, with the failed paper still in my ha
use I didn't need to. I a
my bag, picked it up, hung it over
she hurriedly stood up, the chair scra
orridor was crowded with studen
alking fast. "That was insane, Allie. Why would
finish, Xavier wa
is arm-a pretty blonde he had been
annoying smirk on his face. "Maybe you should have spent
his chest, with her red lipstick, slightly
jacket, the gold watch, the smug face,
hould rather hope the tutor your daddy pays to help with your grade doesn't slip up, so you can graduate." I stepped
His smirk flickered, and his girlfriend looked at him-with confusion spread all ove
ything, I just walked past him,
ll
k, and I didn't stop walking either.
can's office in the faculty building,
o say to him when I walk into his office. I was jiggling two things at a time,
ront of his door, i
n from inside, and th
in and I had to s
l was going
le and I stepped forward a
or Sylv
eveled. Her face was flushed, and her body language was unmista
e looked at Lorcan, always going to his offic
ure but I had just witnessed it first hand. They had been doin
knock. My grade was far more important
e door swung open, and Sylvie stood at th
Miss Marsh?" She said, try
o see Profe
ing at my short fitted skirt, and then travelled back up to the jacket
a second later, it opened agai
sion flat. "It's
ong moment then she closed
uld hear the low murmurs th
ound her neck, probably hiding marks she didn't want me to see, and I didn't want to examine it
o the door and
d up and the first two buttons of his shirt undone-making hi
ok my head. That'
." He said in a low and hus
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