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After Jacqueline's boyfriend of three years dumps her, she is shocked to find herself attracted to Lucas, a "bad boy" who rescues her from an attempted rape. Since she is also drawn to Landon, her Economics tutor who helps her avoid failing the class, Jacqueline must decide who to trust as secrets about each guy comes to her attention. Two weeks after Kennedy, her boyfriend of three years, dumps her, Jacqueline leaves a Halloween party at Kennedy's frat house and is attacked by Buck, one of Kennedy's fraternity brothers. Luckily, she is rescued by an attractive stranger she has never noticed who seems to know who she is. Jacqueline wants to forget about the event, but she keeps running into her mysterious savior, Lucas. Since Jacqueline missed Economics class for two weeks, she is failing the course, but Dr.
Likely majors: He annoyed me on sight. Often the brightest students made up most of the group. So there I sat — bored off my ass on the back row, working on assignments from my senior-level courses, sketching out design-project ideas, keeping an ear on where the lecture was going so I could stay on topic during my sessions, and resolutely ignoring my pointless dislike of the conceited sophomore sitting in the centre of the class with his accessory of a girlfriend.
But by the end of that first week, my attention was straying to her. Since childhood, drawing has been a comforting diversion, and sometimes an escape. All I know was that by the time I was five or six, paper and pencil were my way of relating to the world. My personal form of meditation. Once I began college, most of my drawings became mechanical or architectural in nature — probably unavoidable, given my mechanical-engineering studies.
But even in my free time, I rarely sketched bodies or faces any more. I had little desire to do it. Until her. Entering and exiting class, her boyfriend sometimes held her hand.
But it was like he was holding a lead, not the hand of a girl he cared about. Before class, he talked football, politics, music and frat particulars like rush or upcoming parties with other guys like him and guys who wanted to be like him.
Nearby girls bestowed sidelong glances he pretended to ignore. She was beautiful, sure, but in a university with thirty thousand undergrads, that was hardly riveting. If not for my initial annoyance with her boyfriend, I might never have noticed her at all. Once I realized how often my gaze drifted over her, I consciously fought the inclination — but it was no use.
There was nothing in the room as interesting as this girl. What fascinated me first and foremost were her hands. Specifically, her fingers. In class, she sat next to him, wearing a loose smile, sometimes quietly conversing with him or others nearby.
During those moments, though, her hands — her fingers — were performing.
Carlie was forever tapping a fingernail or a foot, jiggling a knee, talking. Her movements were methodical. Sitting far enough to the left of her to study her profile, I watched her chin bob, so subtly it was almost undetectable — and at some point, I realized that when her expression was remote and her fingers were moving, she was hearing music. She was playing music. Jackie and Kennedy? No one could be that shallow.
I thought back to this morning at the end of class. He could absolutely be that shallow. I touched a finger to her name. No open circle. No little heart. And there was the eye roll after his Hey, babe. What the hell was I even thinking?
This girl was a student in the class I tutored. She was off-limits, at least for the remainder of the semester. They were both sophomores, according to the roll sheet. Worst-case scenario, then: So I did what any normal stalker would do. I looked her up online and found a locked-down profile. But his was wide open. Kennedy Moore. In a relationship with Jackie Wallace.
No anniversary listed, but there were photos tagged of her — not just over the past year, but before that. I worked backwards, growing progressively pissed off for no good reason.
The summer before college. High school graduation. Skiing over spring break. A surprise party on her eighteenth birthday. A distance shot of an orchestra with more performers than the population of my entire high school. Thanksgiving with his family.
The two of them horsing around with friends on a football field just outside a high school that reeked of moneyed suburb. Previous summer break. Junior prom. Yet another Christmas.
The earliest photo of her with him was taken at a fall carnival nearly three years ago. Three years.
Like any good domesticated companion, I put my laptop aside and went to let him in. When I opened the door, he sat on the mat, licking a paw. It was late. She was also five years my junior — a kid, really. The last thing I wanted to do was hurt her. I moved fully into the doorway.
Thought you might want some. She shuffled one foot and stuck her hands in the back pockets of her shorts. No worries. No problem.
Good night, Lucas. When I left home for college three years ago, I wanted to change everything, starting with my name. My mother had given me her maiden name — Lucas — as my middle name. I supposed lots of people went by their middle names, and bonus — no legal proceeding was required to use it.
My dad refused to call me Lucas, but what he chose to call me hardly mattered. Old habits, blah, blah. Jacqueline and Lucas flirt, and they begin dating very casually. After Jacqueline escapes from Buck when he tries to rape her in the stairwell of her dorm building, Buck spreads the rumor that they are sleeping together.
When Jacqueline finally tells Erin, her roommate and best friend, about Buck's attacks, Erin insists on them taking a self-defense class where Jacqueline is shocked to find that Lucas is one of the instructors.
Jacqueline is also surprised when one of her classmates informs her that Lucas is the class tutor, but she continues dating him without mentioning his secret. Kennedy tells Jacqueline that he misses her, but she no longer has feelings for him, so she refuses to reconcile.
When Dr. Heller catches Jacqueline leaving Lucas' apartment, Lucas ends the relationship since it is against school policy and could jeopardize her grade, but he takes full responsibility and makes sure that Dr.
Heller knows that Jacqueline was unaware that the guy she was dating was her tutor since she and Landon had a relationship solely online. The day after Jacqueline tells Kennedy about Buck's attacks at the Brotherhood Bash, Jacqueline learns that Buck raped another girl, Mindi, after the party.
She turns to Lucas for help with filing the police report, and when she confesses that she misses him, they make out and he tells her a little bit about his past. Kennedy begs Jacqueline to forgive him, and though she does, she refuses to resume their relationship. As the semester draws to a close, Lucas makes it obvious that he does not plan to continue his relationship with Jacqueline because he does not know if he can tell her about some of the secrets in his past.
Unwilling to let him go, Jacqueline researches Lucas online and learns about his mother's murder and how Lucas was restrained in his bedroom and unable to save her. Jacqueline feels guilty about how she acquires this information, but when she confesses her knowledge to Lucas and tells him that she also talked to Dr.