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The week seemed to go by surprisingly fast. That, however, didn't mean things were all rosy.
Amy was still miffed with Stacy, and the leggy blonde knew it. Due to that, the two young women pretty much avoided one another when possible. When that was not possible, their conversation was very terse and meaningless. But as it turned out, Stacy was pretty scarce from their dorm for the most part.
On Wednesday, the redhead had her history class, the one she shared with Paul Levesque. When she got there, she simply ignored him and took her seat, fully focusing on Professor Calloway's lecture.
Once the class was over, Amy gathered up her stuff and rushed out. Five minutes before dismissal time, she had put everything but her pen and notebook away in her bag. That was because she'd wanted to be prepared so she could split. Levesque didn't even get the chance to stop her - until she made it halfway down the hallway.
She heard running footsteps from behind. Not bothering to turn around, Amy knew they belonged to Paul. When she felt his large hand suddenly on her shoulder, she whirled around.
"Don't touch me!"
Levesque eyed her with surprise and held up both hands as though to appease her. He offered her a somewhat perplexed smile and shook his head.
"What?" He tossed in an innocent tone to his voice.
"Yeah, like you don't know..." she muttered. Her eyes narrowed. "I know what you're up to, but it's not gonna work. Not in this lifetime, and not in the next fifty!"
"Hey, what's gotten into you?" he asked defensively, the smile gone.
"I'll tell you what's not getting into me," the redhead snapped. "You!" She glared daggers into him, a feeling of disgust overtaking her. "I knew you were trouble."
Levesque eyed her with slight confusion, unsure as to which event she had discovered. He decided to continue playing dumb to find out.
"Amy, I honestly have no clue what you're talking about."
"Sure, you don't... and your girlfriend dumped you just for the hell of it, huh?"
The burly football player relaxed to an extent. At least she was only onto the bet. Well, he could handle that. He laughed.
"Oh, that... It's all a big misunderstanding!" he said. "But me and Steph? We were on the outs, anyway." Shaking his head, he continued. "She just doesn't do it for me anymore. Get my drift?" He raised his brows suggestively and placed a hand on her arm.
Amy yanked out of his grasp, which wasn't easy as he tightened his hold on her.
"I said don't touch me!" she yelled.
"Is there a problem here?" a deep male voice suddenly cut in.
Both Amy and Paul looked up to see a concerned and annoyed looking Professor Mark Calloway standing a few feet away. He fixed his blue-green eyes on the scene, surveying the situation.
"No, not at all."
Calloway shifted his focus on Paul at his response. He didn't appear one iota convinced.
"Mr. Levesque, don't answer my question - it was meant for Miss Dumas." He looked sternly at the quarterback before speaking again. "Go on, get out of here."
Paul kept his mouth shut and trotted away. The big teacher then neared the redhead, his face softening.
"Are you okay?" he asked, concerned.
Amy nodded, a sigh of relief escaping her.
"Yes... Thank you, Professor." She was eternally grateful that Calloway had intervened. Who knew what Levesque would have done had that not happened?
"If that guy gives you anymore trouble, please don't hesitate to come to me... or one of your other teachers. We're all here to help you, Miss Dumas."
She nodded again.
"I will... Thank you."
"All right," Calloway said, and he offered her a small, reassuring smile. "I have to go for the next class. Take it easy and be safe."
Amy could only manage yet another nod. She then watched the professor as he left.
The redhead slowly made her way out of the building minutes later. Her guard was way up as she stepped outside. She surveyed the area all around on the campus, fearful. Paul could be anywhere. What if he were to jump out from somewhere and bother her again? It seemed something he would do now that Professor Calloway had gone.
She swallowed hard as she took a slow walk across campus. Her hand shook as she reached around her side and into
her bag for her cell phone. As quickly as she could manage, she typed out a quick text message to Adam and sent
it away. She hoped he would see it as soon as his class ended and come to meet her.