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be turning, but the hamster is DEAD!” I angled my page so she could see my response, and she squeezed my hand under the table. Yeah, we were bitches, but Cara was too much.
We spent the remaining half hour talking through some of the questions Professor Brown had asked us to think about. I had to give him props—Daniel handled the rest of the tutorial masterfully. He validated people’s opinions and dealt carefully with people whose comments were completely off-base.
By the time everyone was packing up at the end of the tutorial, my ass was getting sore from sitting on the fence where he was concerned. Cara clambered around the table, jutting out her boobs as she asked Daniel if he’d mind answering a few of her questions privately , looking over her shoulder to see everyone’s reactions. As far as I could tell, no one was interested in her mindless flirtations.
“I, uh, sure, yes, that would be fine,” he told her. But then he turned to me and said, “Actually, Miss Price, I need to speak with you once Miss Switzer has asked her questions. Could you stick around for a few minutes?”
Julie looked at me with an expression that said, “Again? What is going on with you two?”
I shrugged and mouthed, “No idea,” before I told her I’d call her over the weekend and reclaimed my seat. Cara looked at me in aggravation.
“Well, can I make an appointment, then?” she asked Daniel. “I mean, I do need some help, one on one. ”
I rolled my eyes at the wall.
“Why don’t you jot down some potential times, and we’ll chat after class on Monday to see if we can figure out something mutually convenient?” Daniel suggested.
“Okay, thanks,” Cara replied, bouncing up and down slightly before heading out of the room. Daniel turned to look at me from the doorway. I stood up, throwing my bag over my shoulder as I rose.
“What is it now?” I asked.
“Actually, never mind. It’s nothing,” he said, shaking his head with a frown. “Have a good weekend, Miss Price.”
With that, he bolted from the doorway, leaving me standing in the seminar room, completely bewildered.
Chapter 8
The Lady Doth Protest
The lady doth protest too much, methinks.
( Hamlet , Act III, Scene 2)
O H , N O Y OU D ON’T , I thought, slamming the door and rushing down the hall after Daniel. I elbowed my way around the clusters of students as I tried to catch up, reaching him right before he pushed his way through the front doors. When I grabbed his jacket to pull him to a stop, he wheeled around and gaped at me, no doubt shocked to see that I’d not only followed him, but actually had the nerve to physically restrain him.
“What was that all about?” I asked, gesturing toward the tutorial room. “If there’s something you want to say, go ahead and say it.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he said, drawing his head back in surprise.
I laughed cynically. “You can’t be serious.”
“I’m dead serious.”
“So, what—in the space of two minutes, something goes from important to inconsequential? That’s absurd.”
“You’re blowing this completely out of proportion.” He put his hands on his hips and looked around the hall distractedly. “I was going to tell you more about the books for your topic of study, but I think you need to flesh out your own thoughts before you muddy the waters with secondary sources. I changed my mind about the recommendations, that’s all,” he explained, his matter-of-fact tone blowing the wind out of my sails. “I’m sorry if you misunderstood.”
“Oh. Well, you seemed kind of angry. If I’ve done something to offend you…” I trailed off, feeling small and ridiculous.
“You’ve in no way offended me,” he said with an impatient sigh. “But if you’ll excuse me, I don’t have time to discuss this right now. Professor Brown is expecting me.”
“Yes, of course.”
I stepped aside so he could pass by. Three long strides and he was out the door.
We spent the remaining half hour talking through some of the questions Professor Brown had asked us to think about. I had to give him props—Daniel handled the rest of the tutorial masterfully. He validated people’s opinions and dealt carefully with people whose comments were completely off-base.
By the time everyone was packing up at the end of the tutorial, my ass was getting sore from sitting on the fence where he was concerned. Cara clambered around the table, jutting out her boobs as she asked Daniel if he’d mind answering a few of her questions privately , looking over her shoulder to see everyone’s reactions. As far as I could tell, no one was interested in her mindless flirtations.
“I, uh, sure, yes, that would be fine,” he told her. But then he turned to me and said, “Actually, Miss Price, I need to speak with you once Miss Switzer has asked her questions. Could you stick around for a few minutes?”
Julie looked at me with an expression that said, “Again? What is going on with you two?”
I shrugged and mouthed, “No idea,” before I told her I’d call her over the weekend and reclaimed my seat. Cara looked at me in aggravation.
“Well, can I make an appointment, then?” she asked Daniel. “I mean, I do need some help, one on one. ”
I rolled my eyes at the wall.
“Why don’t you jot down some potential times, and we’ll chat after class on Monday to see if we can figure out something mutually convenient?” Daniel suggested.
“Okay, thanks,” Cara replied, bouncing up and down slightly before heading out of the room. Daniel turned to look at me from the doorway. I stood up, throwing my bag over my shoulder as I rose.
“What is it now?” I asked.
“Actually, never mind. It’s nothing,” he said, shaking his head with a frown. “Have a good weekend, Miss Price.”
With that, he bolted from the doorway, leaving me standing in the seminar room, completely bewildered.
Chapter 8
The Lady Doth Protest
The lady doth protest too much, methinks.
( Hamlet , Act III, Scene 2)
O H , N O Y OU D ON’T , I thought, slamming the door and rushing down the hall after Daniel. I elbowed my way around the clusters of students as I tried to catch up, reaching him right before he pushed his way through the front doors. When I grabbed his jacket to pull him to a stop, he wheeled around and gaped at me, no doubt shocked to see that I’d not only followed him, but actually had the nerve to physically restrain him.
“What was that all about?” I asked, gesturing toward the tutorial room. “If there’s something you want to say, go ahead and say it.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he said, drawing his head back in surprise.
I laughed cynically. “You can’t be serious.”
“I’m dead serious.”
“So, what—in the space of two minutes, something goes from important to inconsequential? That’s absurd.”
“You’re blowing this completely out of proportion.” He put his hands on his hips and looked around the hall distractedly. “I was going to tell you more about the books for your topic of study, but I think you need to flesh out your own thoughts before you muddy the waters with secondary sources. I changed my mind about the recommendations, that’s all,” he explained, his matter-of-fact tone blowing the wind out of my sails. “I’m sorry if you misunderstood.”
“Oh. Well, you seemed kind of angry. If I’ve done something to offend you…” I trailed off, feeling small and ridiculous.
“You’ve in no way offended me,” he said with an impatient sigh. “But if you’ll excuse me, I don’t have time to discuss this right now. Professor Brown is expecting me.”
“Yes, of course.”
I stepped aside so he could pass by. Three long strides and he was out the door.
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