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finishing his cigarette outside the cafeteria when I passed. “Wait up, Pidge. I’ll walk you.”
    â€œYou don’t have to walk me to every class, Travis. I know how to get there on my own.”
    Travis was easily sidetracked by a girl with long black hair and a short skirt. She walked by, smiling at him. He followed her with his eyes and nodded in the girl’s direction, throwing down his cigarette.
    â€œI’ll catch up with you later, Pidge.”
    â€œYeah,” I said, rolling my eyes as he jogged to the girl’s side.
    Travis’ seat remained empty during class, and I found myself a bit irritated with him for missing over a girl he didn’t know. Professor Chaney dismissed early, and I hurried across the lawn, aware that I was to meet Finch at three to give him SherriCassidy’s Music Appreciation notes. I looked at my watch and quickened my pace.
    â€œAbby?”
    Parker jogged across the grass to walk beside me. “I don’t think we’ve officially met,” he said, holding out his hand. “Parker Hayes.”
    I took his hand and smiled. “Abby Abernathy.”
    â€œI was behind you when you got your Bio test grade. Congratulations,” he smiled, shoving his hands in his pockets.
    â€œThanks. Travis helped, or I would’ve been at the bottom of that list, trust me.”
    â€œOh, are you guys…?”
    â€œFriends.”
    Parker nodded and smiled. “Did he tell you there’s a party at the House this weekend?”
    â€œWe mostly just talk about Biology and food.”
    Parker laughed. “That sounds like Travis.”
    At the door of Morgan Hall, Parker scanned my face with his big green eyes. “You should come. It’ll be fun.”
    â€œI’ll talk to America. I don’t think we have any plans.”
    â€œAre you a package deal?”
    â€œWe made a pact this summer. No parties solo.”
    â€œSmart.” He nodded in approval.
    â€œShe met Shep at orientation, so I haven’t really had to tag along with her much. This will be the first time I’ve needed to ask her, so I’m sure she’ll be happy to come.” I inwardly cringed. Not only was I babbling, I’d made it obvious that I didn’t get asked to parties.
    â€œGreat. I’ll see you there,” he said. He flashed his perfect Banana Republic model smile with his square jaw and naturally tan skin, turning to walk across campus.
    I watched him walk away; he was tall, clean-shaven, with a pressed pin-striped dress shirt and jeans. His wavy dark blond hair bounced when he walked.
    I bit my lip, flattered by his invitation.
    â€œNow he’s more your speed,” Finch said in my ear.
    â€œHe’s cute, huh?” I asked, unable to stop smiling.
    â€œHell, yes. In that preppy, missionary-position kind of way.”
    â€œFinch!” I cried, smacking him on the shoulder.
    â€œDid you get Sherri’s notes?”
    â€œI did,” I said, pulling them from my bag. He lit a cigarette, held it between his lips, and squinted at the papers.
    â€œFucking brilliant,” he said, scanning the pages. He folded them away in his pocket, and then took another drag. “Good thing Morgan’s boilers are out. You’ll need a cold shower after getting ogled by that tall drink of water.”
    â€œThe dorm doesn’t have hot water?” I wailed.
    â€œThat’s the word,” Finch said, sliding his backpack over his shoulder. “I’m off to Algebra. Tell Mare I said not to forget me this weekend.”
    â€œI’ll tell her,” I grumbled, glaring up the antique brick walls of our dormitory. I stomped up to my room, pushed through my door, and let my backpack fall to the floor.
    â€œNo hot water,” Kara mumbled from her side of the desk.
    â€œI heard.”
    My cell phone buzzed and I clicked it open, reading a text message from America cursing the boilers. A few moments