“Rae, are you positive you can imbibe any more calories?” Isabelle asked as she sipped her water. I rolled my eyes as I took another sip of my Pepsi. Of course she was right, but I couldn’t lead on.

“I’ll hit the gym later and burn it off. Too bad that chocolate muffin you ate won’t burn off as quickly,” I said casually. Even with the subtle insults and sarcastic remarks, Isabelle and I were still best friends. We gossiped on our spare time; we shopped; we did everything.

“Oh dear God, look who has just arrived,” Isabelle whispered to me. I turned around and saw the most attractive man.

“Isabelle, he is an educator. Of mine.”

“Never did I imply anything but his attractiveness,” Isabelle smirked. “But seems as if you lust after the man.”

“I do not!” I lied. Mr. Acres’ dazzling blue eyes did make him somewhat lust-worthy.

“Why don’t you talk to the man? He is your English Lit. professor. You have a question on the assignment he recently gave you.”

“Great idea,” It was always fun playing with fire.