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had to say next. “Just us, sweetheart.”
    Sweetheart? I held my towel tighter
around me. I suddenly felt very, very naked. “Just us? And there
wasn’t anyone else you wanted to work with?”
    His eyes flashed with anger. “I thought it
would be convenient to work together seeing as we
practically live in the same building. As you can see, I’ve already
come in handy for you. You’re welcome.”
    He pivoted and marched off down the hall,
shoving through the stairwell doors.
    “Good job,” Melissa said when I entered our
room again. “Insult the Resident Hottie.”
    I winced and closed the door behind me to
change. “You heard all that huh.”
    “Yeah, he asked to be your partner. What an
asshole.”
    “He’s just...” I let my sentence run off. He
was just what? Flirtatious? Cute? Considerate?
    Maybe I was the asshole.
    “I don’t like what happened between him and
Vanessa,” I muttered as I opened my wardrobe. “I don’t trust guys
like that.”
    “He’s a guy . That’s what guys
do.”
    “Not the kind of guys I want to be with.” I
pulled out my comfiest sweatpants and tossed them on the bed. Then
I searched for a shirt.
    Melissa snorted. “He doesn’t want you,
Alexis. He just wants to be your partner for an assignment. Don’t
read so much into everything.” She lifted her drama textbook again,
effectively ending the conversation.
    ***
    The next day I felt well enough to go to
classes again. When I got back to my room, the entire hallway stuck
of weed. I knocked on Lena’s door and there was a scuffling sound
inside before she opened it a crack, grinned widely when she saw
me.
    “Leeeeex, it’s you! I’m so glad.”
    She opened the door and let me in. She was
wearing a long skirt and tank top, and a blue bandana tied her hair
back. The window was wide open and smoke was still slipping out
through it. On every wall was a poster or print screens of Bob
Marley. Catpower played from the laptop on her desk.
    “I was wondering if you want to grab a snack
from the caf or something.”
    “Oh yeah, I’m super hungry.” She rubbed her
stomach. “I’ll just get my stuff together.”
    Almost ten minutes later, she’d found her
purse and keys and we were walking to the cafeteria chatting about
classes. Grabbing food took even longer. She waited both in the hot
food and cold food lines and then grabbed a bag of chips. Basically
she wanted everything she saw. We carried our trays outside to eat
in the late afternoon sun.
    “So what are you taking?” I asked, biting
into my bagel and cream cheese.
    “Mostly art courses. I still have to pick up
a science course. I know, it’s almost been a week.” She grinned
sheepishly. “I’m thinking Nature Studies. All I really care about
is my fiction writing courses. I want to be a novelist.”
    “Wow. I thought about being a novelist once.
What genre?”
    “Fantasy and women’s fiction. I’ve been
working on a novel about a High School dropout that ends up in a
girl gang. Have you ever heard of girl gangs?”
    I shook my head.
    “See? They’re pretty underrepresented.” She
took a bite of her sandwich and then put it down. “What about you?
I can’t figure you out... You seem artsy but also very
down-to-earth and almost logical.”
    I laughed. “That’s probably my parents’
influence. I wrote and drew comics growing up, and they think good
writers make good lawyers.”
    “What do you want to do?”
    “I’d love to write song lyrics,” I admitted.
“Or design album covers. I want to work in the music industry. I’m
taking A History of Music and a poetry course.”
    “Oh, I know someone in that course!” Lena
exclaimed. Her brow furrowed as she struggled to remember. “Ian,
our RC.”
    “Right.” I nodded, my mouth a thin line.
    “You’ve met him right?”
    “Oh yeah.”
    She frowned. “Don’t you like him? I think
he’s a cool guy. He’s really good at guitar too. I watched him play
in the lounge the other night.”
    I took