After Saturday lunch with Eden and Ruth, I decided to be an exemplary student and head to the library for the rest of the night. Before, Professor Jackass could escalate his annoying crude marks of my lack of attention to detail to the class, I would do proper research and get an A + on his topic – Explain the Difference  between Microeconomics and Macroeconomics using Case Studies.

I was set to focus and succeed as I placed my laptop and books on the table except I didn’t have the right books – they were all on History of Economic  Thought.

“I’m such an idiot,” I muttered quietly to myself, glaring at the books on the table. “How will I maintain seven dates when I can’t even manage to bring the right books.” I folded my arms and decided to procrastinate by doodling in my notebook, thinking about Eden and her seven suitors.

Was it a trend to date several guys at the same time? Where was I when this trend was going on and how exactly did it work? Did these suitors agree to share Eden equally? Maybe she had labeled suitor one as Monday, suitor two as Tuesday, suitor three, Wednesday… it made sense. One date for every day like the clothes you pick out for each day. Maybe I should try it…as the thought bounced around in my head, I decided it was best to bounce back to identifying case studies to explain the difference between microeconomics and macroeconomics.

“I have to prove myself to Professor Patterson,” I told myself, standing up and roaming the library shelves in determination. But instead of finding a decent textbook on microeconomics or macroeconomics, I witnessed something indecent and they weren’t  books.

They were two people.

 They were kissing and getting hot and heavy.

“Is that Professor Patterson and Dean Harris?” I asked in quiet shock as I immediately crouched, trying not to be seen.

“You’d think they would find somewhere more private than a library,” said someone crouching next to me.

I turned and met the blackest eyes I’ve ever seen. “Who are you?” I whispered in slight panic.

“Sebastian Grey,” replied Sebastian with a quirky smile. “And who might my fellow spy be?”

“Spy?” I questioned, trying not to raise my voice. “I’m not spying on Professor Patterson or Dean Harris! I couldn’t care less about what our university leaders do in public libraries or in secret alleyways.”

“So you’ve also caught them in alleyways,” said Sebastian, casually folding his arms as he leaned against the shelf. “Was it on the Tuesday? I should have known. I felt like someone else was watching me watch them. How long have you been following them?”

“What?” I said, my jaw dropping wide open.

“You don’t need to give me that innocent doe-eyed look,” said Sebastian. “Look, I know, you know and I’m not as hard headed as people like to think. I can negotiate as long as I know what you want. What do you want?”

“Nothing,” I squeaked, unsure of the insinuation. “I’ll just let you continue your… erm… reality university TV porn show and leave.” I began to crawl away but Sebastian grabbed my arm, forcing me to face him.

“Let’s be honest with each other –after all we share a similar occupation,” said Sebastian, his eyes glinting darker. “We are both spies but you must be from the other side or should I say the dark side.”

“This isn’t some Star Wars movie,” I snapped, keeping my voice low as I heard Professor Patterson and Dean Harris rustle with their clothes on the other side of the shelf. “I’m not a spy from the dark side or any side for that matter. I’m just an economist student trying to finish my assignment that Professor Patterson gave me!”

“That’s exactly what a spy from the dark side would say,” said Sebastian, smirking. “Come on, we can come to some arrangement. I need money, you must need money and Dean Harris pays more than her husband.”

“Dean Harris is married?” I choked in surprise, then felt a bubbling anger rise in my throat. “I can’t believe this! How can that Professor Patterson use me as a classical class consequence when he is having an affair with the married Dean!”

“Maybe you should calm down,” said Sebastian, concern in his tone as he tried to keep me from standing up. “You don’t want to make a scene – I cant afford a scene right now.”

“You can’t –“ my voice was muffled by Sebastian’s hand but I swiftly took a violent bite of his hand and he squealed and let me go.

I stood up with resolve and parted the books, ready to lash out more than economic ethics at Professor Patterson but I was too late. Professor Patterson and Dean Harris had already left. Their sordid love affair was another closed  book in the library.

I glared down at Sebastian as he covered his injured hand. “You’ve got some strong teeth for a spy,” he said, with a remorseful smile.