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still single.”
    “Booyah,” I say and give her a high five.
    “What about you? You into the football players?”
    “No. I dated one in high school and that was enough for me.” That’s a bad memory I don’t want to revisit. It’s the source of so much guilt, which is why I shouldn’t have lingered in the stadium to flirt with Masters, and why I left before I could fall under the spell of his easy charisma. “I don’t know what I want, but it’s not a jock. I mean, I know football players are all different, but their focus is the same—winning, whether it’s on the field or off.”
    “Yeah,” Riley sighs. “It’s the same everywhere. Most of the guys I’ve met just want to hook up.”
    “I think I’d marry the first guy who hit on me in the bookstore.”
    We share a commiserating sigh.
    “That’s not a bad idea,” she says between giant bites of chocolate cereal.
    My phone rings again. “Jeez. It’s like Grand Central in here.” But I pick up when I see Jack’s face.
    “Hey, Jack. We were just talking about you.”
    “About how awesome I am? That would be my topic of choice, too.”
    “How about you’re not as interesting as an econ major.”
    Riley winks at me and gives me another high five. “Sorry, Jack,” she yells. “You have too much body fat for me.”
    “What?” he says, instantly outraged. “You tell your roommate my body fat is 8%. In no world is that too much.”
    “Apparently it is in Riley’s world.” Riley gulps down the last of her cereal and heads back into her bedroom while I hit my own room to get ready to face administration.
    “Your roommate needs a little education, Ellie Bellie.”
    “First, do not call me that, and second, no dating the roommates.” I rifle through my closet to find an outfit that says I’m a serious student. I think that means a skirt and a button down shirt. I find a navy pencil skirt that looks like it belongs in my mother’s closet and a white Oxford shirt.
    “Yeah, yeah, I hear you. Look, are you having dinner with me tonight? You blew me off last time to have dinner with your roommate, so you kind of owe me.”
    “I can’t. I’m going over to the learning center to meet with the director. She can’t make time for me until after six. You should come with.” For one of my classes I’m writing a mock grant, and I chose the Agrippa Learning Center, a nonprofit that specializes in helping at risk kids who have learning disabilities.
    “No, thanks. Why are you going now? Classes haven’t started.”
    “I wanted to get a jump on things. Are you sure you don’t want to come with? It’s a cool place.”
    Maybe you’d get inspired by seeing some kids working through their disabilities. They seemed so bright, interesting, and courageous. I wish Jack could see that, but he refused. As though even going near a center like that would make people think him dumb.
    “Ellie, you told me it was painted the color of piss-yellow and smelled about the same.”
    “I might have exaggerated.”
    “Yeah, still not interested. You’re having dinner with me tomorrow then.”
    Tomorrow would be Thursday. Did he have a team dinner then? I’d like to avoid the football team as much as possible. “I’ll think about it.”
    “Either you come willingly or I’ll send the offensive line to carry you over,” he threatens.
    “I said I’d think about it.”
    “Too bad. It’s happening,” he says cheerfully. “Gotta run. Love you, Ellie Bellie. See you tomorrow at six.”
    And for the second time before the clock even rolls to nine in the morning, someone in my family hangs up on me.

3
Knox
    I ’d convinced myself at some point, maybe senior year of high school or maybe my first year at Western, that going without sex made me a better player. That belief had held me in good stead for years. Whenever I felt like wavering, I reminded myself that the pursuit of my dreams was more important than screwing some girl I wouldn’t remember after I’d