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open up, but that’s okay. He’s respectful, and we
    all get along. And boy, that dude can fix anything that breaks in the house. It’s amazing how smart he is.
    He’s got a rough exterior, but there is definitely somebody home upstairs,” she said pointing to her skull.
    “Yeah, he seems cool enough.” I decided not to tell her about the bat. I kind of liked keeping that to
    myself.
    Tarah leaned in. “Why were you wondering if he had a girlfriend? She paused and let out a huge smile.
    “You like him!”
    Was it just me or was it getting in hot in here?
    I laughed it off. “No, of course not! I mean, not in that way.”
    “Then, why did your face just turn as red as this raspberry?”

    ***

    The weekend came and went as I busied myself stocking the refrigerator with my favorite foods and
    setting up my room. Tarah and I spent Sunday night hanging out in my newly decorated space, waxing our
    eyebrows and painting our nails.
    That night, I tossed and turned, stressed about starting classes the next day.
    It was about midnight when I heard the front door open, followed by footsteps passing my room and
    heading down the hall. I knew it was Jake returning from Boston. Immediately, the butterflies that lay
    dormant all weekend in my stomach came to life and kept me up most of the night.
    CHAPTER 4

    It was a rainy early September day in Brooklyn, but the five block walk from the apartment to the main
    university building on the corner of Flatbush and DeKalb was a breeze.
    This semester I would be taking Psychology, Anatomy and Physiology, English Composition and Finite
    Math. I was fairly certain I would be able to handle the material in all of the courses with little difficulty,
    except for math, which had always been a nearly impossible subject for me. Unfortunately, the math class
    was a requirement for the nursing program, and if I didn’t get at least a C average, I was screwed.
    Math was the final class of the day, and I wanted to cry when I saw the syllabus and skimmed through
    the textbook. Professor Hernandez seemed like a jerk on top of that. Listening to him lecture as he wrote
    out problems on the dry-erase board, I started to sweat. Select a number “n” multiply it by 4, add 10 to the product, divide the sum by 2, and subtract 5 from the quotient. Heh?
    I hated math, plain and simple. My brain just wasn’t wired to understand numbers. But so much rode
    on this class, and I was determined to find a way to get through it. My parents were certainly not going to
    continue to pay for nursing school if I couldn’t pass my classes. I owed it to them to try as hard as I could,
    despite the current lack of faith in myself.
    Feeling defeated, I walked home from the university in the rain. I was already stressed about the small
    amount of homework I had received for tonight and a math test scheduled for Wednesday.
    I was one block away from the apartment when a van drove right into a puddle next to me, causing
    what seemed like a tidal wave of water to hit me. I was now drenched and looking like a drowned rat.
    Arriving at our front steps, I noticed the woman who lived on the second floor peeking out of her
    window watching me approach the building. She looked to be in her sixties.
    Still standing on the sidewalk below, I waved. “Hi, I’m Nina Kennedy. I just moved upstairs.”
    The woman looked at me and said nothing. She wore a scarf wrapped around her head and didn’t look
    happy at all.
    It was awkward, but I gave it one more try. “You live on the second floor?”
    The woman squinted her eyes and looked angrier by the second. Finally, she leaned a bit more out of
    the window and in a strong Jamaican accent said, “Go fuck yourself!”
    My heart started beating fast. “Come again?”
    “Go fuck yourself!” she repeated and then abruptly shut the window.
    I stood there in the rain stunned, not knowing whether to run into the building or away from it. This
    was definitely not my day. I opened the door