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her chin as she set her glass down. Quickly she picked up her
napkin and wiped the stray splotches of water.
    "Did I say something funny?" I tilted my head
to the side.
    She shook her head, putting the napkin down.
"Alex, I'm gay."
    "Oh, oh, sorry, dude. I didn't know!" My eyes
widened like saucers. I wished Ace would have discovered that in
his research, and then I wouldn't have to look like a douche
bag.
    "Nah, don't worry about it. It's cool. My
family is finally starting to get used to the idea of their liberal
daughter and her lesbianism."
    "Hey, as long as you aren't a hoarder, I'm
cool with anything," I said.
    "Amen to that, lady." Lucy lifted up her
glass and I clinked mine to hers.
    Maybe the new roommate wouldn't be so bad
after all.

Chapter 7
     
    After dinner it took everything I had to
unpack my bags from the shopping trip and not just pass out in bed.
If I wouldn't have gotten in the car accident I would have had a
few days to settle in, but instead I had to wake up the next
morning for my first class at 8 a.m.
    Lucy was still asleep as I fumbled around the
dark room and got ready for my day. I guess she was the smarter
student and scheduled her classes for later in the day. I closed
the door as quietly as I could and checked my phone. Still no
missed messages or phone calls. Nothing from Circe and nothing from
Ace.
    My dorm wasn't too far from the
Communications building and my first class, com 101. Quickly, I
made my way down the elevator and out into the Arizona summer air.
People always told me it was a dry heat, but no matter what it is
still hot as hell. Though, anything to a chubby, Italian girl with
a perspiration problem is hot. In the early morning light it was
already pushing seventy degrees.
    When I went to Circe it was all red rock and
hardly any trees, but Flagstaff looked more like Colorado than the
desert. The whole campus was covered in pine trees, but gravel
still crunched underneath my shoes as I walked to the building. I'd
eventually have to figure out the shuttle system with the large
campus, but I thought I could handle it.
    I really should have brought a map, since
every building started to look the same, but eventually I found
mine after wandering around for awhile. Of course all the walking
didn't do anything to help my sweating. I grabbed a water bottle
out of my new messenger bag and greedily chugged it all, throwing
the bottle in a recycling container before walking into the air
conditioned building.
    My classroom was one of the first doors off
the atrium and there were already about ten other kids sitting in
various rows throughout the classroom without a teacher in site. I
took an open seat in the first row just as a leggy redhead in a
long boho dress and heels ambled in behind me.
    "Sorry, I'm late!" she called over the room,
setting a small leather portfolio and a big knit purse on the
podium in front of the room.
    Holy crap, this was my teacher? With the
freckled face and hippie clothing she looked more like someone
about to graduate college, not teach a class.
    "I'm Professor Mary Johnson, and this is the
summer honors session of com 101. If you think you are in the wrong
place, please exit through the only available door." She grinned
all too brightly. No one moved or made a sound. It must have been
too early for jokes.
    "Okay, before we get started with the
syllabus and expectations for the year, I thought we should start
out with a little getting-to-know-you speech. Think of this as your
first assignment of the year."
    She paced from one end of the front of the
room to the other. "I want each of you to come up to the front and
tell us your name, your major, where you are from, and something
that makes you unique that you think you can bring to your future
speeches."
    Unique about me? How about that I am engaged
to a powerful alien?
    Luckily, there were eleven other students
before me so I had time to think of something better. Since it was
a summer honors class, most of the