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scream, but I’m scared that if I do he’ll know I’m here. My intuition is saying this guy is bad news, and that I need to stay silent. Shutting the water off as quietly as I can, I grab my towel and get dressed. I hear kissing sounds and take a deep breath before peeking out from behind the curtain. My eyes widen at the sight of a guy kissing some girl, how random. I sigh in relief and curse at my overactive imagination. I was acting as if a serial killer walked into the shower area rather than a guy who wanted to get lucky with his girl.
    I head back to my room and stare at my reflection in the mirror. I wish I had a fairy godmother to turn me into someone beautiful. As my eyes roam over my shoulder length wavy brown hair and green eyes, I glance down at my barely there chest and then my legs that lack any sort of tan. My mom used to try and insult me by saying I always looked like death. Shaking my head at myself I’m reminded again why I no longer have contact with my mom. Pulling my skinny jeans on, I think back to the guy in the shower room. College is definitely different then I thought it would be. I jump up and down, trying to wiggle into my tight jeans and tip over and fall to the ground. I sit sitting and just stare at my legs. One of these days I won’t be so clumsy. I finally right myself and then I grab my pink tank top and pulling it on with a white cardigan sweater over the top of it. Grabbing my toothbrush, I run back to the bathroom and start brushing. My canines are so sensitive I can hardly brush them. I need to make a dental appointment as well as a doctor’s appointment. Food hasn’t been very appetizing lately, and I’ve lost at least five pounds in the last few weeks. Swishing the water in my mouth, I spit it out and lean towards the mirror and open my mouth to inspect my swollen gums.
    My mind still seems to be lingering on my encounter with Jason; so much so that I almost forget to grab my backpack. Checking my phone, I have about ten minutes to get across campus for my Western Civilization class.
    Locking the door, I set off down the sidewalk, not making eye contact with others. I rarely look up when I walk anyway. I was taught from a young age that I wasn’t worthy enough to look at people, and it’s just something that’s been ingrained in my life. Half the time I don’t even realize I’m doing it.
    The feeling that someone is following me washes over me again, and I stop looking around at the other students as they trail past me. It’s the same feeling I had yesterday. Stopping so abruptly that someone bumps into me, I apologize but don’t move. I turn my head in both directions but see no one. I continue on, but the feeling of being followed still weighs on me. I move faster and can’t contain my sigh of relief when I finally reach the open door to the classroom. I head through it and take my seat in the back corner and observe the other students filter in. I pull out my notebook and pens, checking the time only to realize I’m early and have a few minutes before the lecture begins, so I pull my book out and start reading. A voice breaks the silence in the classroom.
    “Do you read all the time?”
    I close the book and turn my head to the side. I am startled to see Jason Dumont, in all his masculine glory. I mean Channing Tatum has nothing on this guy. I can’t help but stare stupidly at him, my pencil in my mouth as I chew it haphazardly. My gaze fixed upon him.
    “Earth to Claire…Earth to Claire…”
    I jump at his words and shake my head to clear it from its present daydream. Do we share a class? I haven’t seen him in here before, but then I’ve bumped into Jason more the past few days than I have the entire few months that I’ve been here.
    Without my consent, my cheeks blush, and I put the book in my backpack. “Yes, I love to read. It makes the world less lonely.” Oh gosh, that was awkward. I basically just told him that I have no friends, how