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single time I had ever seen him wearing anything that remotely had pigment to it. He had short, copper wavy hair, hazel eyes, and his lips were set in a thin line. Taylor thought he was hot as hell, but I didn’t see the appeal.
    We sat in the cafeteria for lunch, because we didn’t have long before our next class. I munched my way through a burrito that tasted like cardboard, while Taylor cooed at and kissed Jake and hardly touched her green salad. Mav, who sat opposite me, gave me a sympathetic look and rolled his eyes at them. We both felt like third wheels. Thankfully, lunch ended rather quickly, and I eventually pried Taylor away from Jake. We walked to our class, but not before I gave her a stern ‘I’m not impressed you dragged me to lunch and sat macking on your boyfriend the entire time’ look.
    “I’m sorry, Lo. You could have made a play for Mav?”
    “Ha! He’s not my type, thank you.”
    “Nobody is your type.”
    Insulted at her words, I called out my celebrity crushes. “Channing Tatum, Zac Efron, Bradley Cooper—”
    “Real life guys.”
    “Some guys on the football team are cute.”
    Her eyes lit up in excitement. “Who?” She rubbed her hands together like she could see a plan forming.
    I was quickly trying to think of who on the football team I could say I liked, but none of their names were jumping out at me. “I tell you what. Next time we pass one of them, I’ll let you know.” What was I getting myself in to? I wouldn’t be surprised if I was set up on a blind date by the end of the week.
    “Deal.” She squealed then grabbed and hugged me.
    All through our next class, she devised a list of double date ideas. Silly me, I was even contributing to them, because I didn’t have the heart to tell her I was lying.
     
    Getting home a little after four, I decided to ask Kal if I could swap a shift and have Saturday off for MusicFest. I’d been mulling over it all day, and with him being so nice yesterday, I figured there was no harm in trying. Taylor was still begging me to go with her.
    I set my bag down on the table and searched through it for my cell, and then sent Kal a text. As I pressed send, I immediately felt anxious about whether it was the right thing to do. What if he said no? How awkward would that be at work tomorrow?
    My cell buzzed almost immediately, and my heart stopped. I stared at it like it was about to explode, and I couldn’t bring myself to read the text in case his reply said no. After a few seconds, I realized I was being stupid, so I read the text. He responded with a simple, Sure . Relief washed over me that I hadn’t upset him. I knew Taylor was going to be ecstatic when I told her. “I’m free for Sat,” I quickly text her.
    A few minutes later, her response came through. “Yay, it’s gonna be awesome!”
    Her happiness meant a lot to me. When I first met her a little over a year ago, I had just transferred from Idaho, and she had been given the duty of showing me around the campus. I think she resented doing it because she wasn’t exactly friendly to me at first. There were lots of awkward silences as she gave me the tour, but it turned out we were doing the same degree and were in most of the same classes together. She also gave me some of her ‘helpful tips’, which included avoiding the cafeteria, classes I shouldn’t be late for, classes I could skip because the professor wouldn’t know if I wasn’t there, and which boys I shouldn’t sleep with. That last one I found hilarious. Taylor’s college survival guide.
    Oddly, she never asked me any questions about myself—why I had transferred, what my story was, the usual stuff people asked, but not her. It didn’t seem important, which I kind of liked. Other people might have been offended by her lack of interest, but I wasn’t. I tended to shut down when people questioned me too much about my personal life. The less they knew about me, the better. I liked it that way. The more we walked