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eyes and looked
at him. He stood with his hands open and at his sides, a wide smile on his face
as he watched a bolt of lightning split the streaming, gray sky.
    I looked up, too, at the lightening
crackling across the sky like a scar.
    He put a hand on my hip. “Hey.
You’re something, you know that?” He breathed.
    “Police,” someone shouted. We both turned
to see students running and flashing red and blue lights. The sirens of the
campus police blared loudly.
    I came to my senses. I was in the
middle of a parking lot in a thunderstorm, practically in a monsoon, in the
arms of a strange man. This was so irresponsible. I stepped back from
him and started to run.
    “Hey, wait up!”                                        
    I didn’t turn back, though. The
last thing I needed was to get cited by campus police for public intoxication.
    The rain came in torrents, and the
students, who were drunk and disorderly to begin with, moved riotously towards
the lot’s gate.
    “DUE TO INCLEMENT WEATHER THE
TAILGATE IS CANCELLED. ALL STUDENTS MUST DISPERSE. DUE TO INCLEMENT WEATHER THE
TAILGATE IS CANCELLED. ALL STUDENTS MUST DISPERSE.”
    "Hold up!"                                     
    I jumped as someone grabbed my arm.
    “What the hell, Hadley?”
    David, it was just David.
    “Are you insane? Or have you been
reading a lot of Nicholas Sparks novels?”
    “I don’t know,” I shouted at him.
“Let’s go.”
    We ran through the rain, so fast
that David couldn’t ask me any questions, so fast that I couldn’t think about
anything but running. When we reached the off-campus bridge, which offered some
refuge from the rain, he gave me a toothy, evil grin.
    “That was pretty hot,” he said. The
rain was louder underneath the bridge.
    "I cannot believe I did that,”
I said breathlessly.
    “Neither can I,” he said.
    “Who was that?” I asked.
    “He was delicious. Nicely done.”
    "Do you know his name?"
    “No clue. Was he a good kisser?”         
    “Yes,” I said. I closed my eyes. “I
think I’m having a heart attack. Actually.”
    “Wow. That is good.”
    “From sprinting. Not from him,” I
said. I leaned against the bridge’s rough brick wall, trying to calm my heart
rate and my breathing.
    “Well, my plan worked.”
    “We are stuck under a bridge in a
rainstorm and I’m not wearing a coat and I’m wet, and guess what? I’m not so
drunk that I can’t feel the cold. I’m cold. If this was your plan, then you’re
going to need to rethink your definition of success. And where is Nigel?"
    "With Snookums.”
    I exhaled.
    “That was extremely sexy.”
    "Shut up."
    "Epic, almost."
    “I’ll hurt you.”
    “Like, The Notebook .”
    “Or maybe I’ll just murder you. I’m
going to murder you. Yep. The Notebook with a side of murder.”
    He laughed happily. “You looked
like you were enjoying it."
    I rolled my eyes. "Well, I'm
drunk."
    "Do you regret it?"
    No. I didn't. But I didn't quite
want to admit that, either. "Ask me when I'm sober."
    I told myself I was just out of
practice. I only thought it had been amazing because it had been so long.
    Still, I knew I didn’t want to take
it back. I wouldn’t take it back for anything. I touched my hands to my lips. I
wished I’d told him my name.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

Chapter Four
    The stranger and the kiss stayed with me for an
embarrassingly long period of time. Like, all through my hangover the next day
and right through to the next weekend—the weekend before my very last exams,
when I felt like I was too busy to breathe.
    Somehow, it kept coming back. I
thought about his soft lips. His hands on my legs. I thought about it almost as
much as I thought about the New York Times .
    I hadn't told anyone else that I didn’t
get the job. I wanted to pretend it hadn’t happened.
    Justin Shelter handed in his piece on
alcohol