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house since I dissolved contact with Derrick, I just don’t feel like facing an early morning filled with biology.  

    Glancing over at my phone resting on the end table by my bed, I look to see if I have any messages. Two missed calls and three text messages are written across the dimly lit screen. Sighing, I pick it up to see who's chasing me. Right now I’m at a weak point in my tribulation that I know I might feel compelled to go to him if Derrick asks me to.  

    Clicking buttons, I scan through the text messages. They’re all from Cameron. Ignoring them, I move on to the other messages. I purse my lips, pressing the speaker button so I can hear the voice messages while I finish getting dressed. My mother’s voice quickly fills the room.

    “Tasha, honey. It’s your mom. Cameron told me what happened between you and Derrick.”

    I roll my eyes. Of course Cameron did…

    *“I’m so sorry, baby. Call me back as soon as you can. I want to know that you’re okay. Love you, Pumpkin.” *

    The next voicemail begins to play, again, my mom’s voice fills the room, “Tash, it’s your mom. I need you to call me. Vincent and I are planning a trip in the next few weeks and we really want to see you. Love you! Call me soon!”

    Hitting the delete button, I shove my phone in my back pocket. I know I’ll have to call my mom back eventually, but right now, I just want to focus on getting through the first day of university. If I can make it through today without breaking down and crying, then I should be able to survive the rest of the school year, and possibly even survive a trip with my mom and stepdad.  

    I slide my feet into my flats. My toes will probably get cold, but the added benefit of being able to slip off my shoes while at my desk is worth a little chill. Leaning over, I pick up my bookbag. I take in a deep breath when I notice what was lying underneath the it.  

    His towel.

    Typically I wouldn’t have allowed a bath towel to go unwashed for a week, but I just haven’t been in the mood to keep up with laundry, or any kind of cleaning, for that matter. A soft smirk makes its way across my face when I think about Derrick and his inability to pick up after himself. At least I won’t be dealing with any more dirty clothes in random corners of my apartment.  

    It’s been over a week since I last saw him. He messaged my phone a few times, mainly leaving nasty messages about how much of a bitch I am and how he had to beg his trainer to take him home. After day two of the breakup, though, I stopped hearing from him. A sinking feeling overwhelms my body for a moment when I think about how he wasn’t at all interested in fighting to keep me, but instead was more focused on calling me out. But I’ve finally realized that it doesn’t matter, because it had always been a one-sided relationship.  

    Gingerly, I pick up the towel. It’s stiff, ridiculously stiff. Sighing, I toss it over into the overflowing laundry basket. I’ll have to tackle that project, along with all of the other things I’ve been neglecting this week, when I get home. Slinging my bookbag over my arm, I take in a breath and walk out of the place that has been my refuge for the past week.  

    Cold air hits my face like a brick wall. Even though the sun is dim, my eyes still squint when the natural light shines down on me. The crisp winter air makes it difficult to breathe and the added weight of my hunkered down bookbag certainly isn’t helping. I make a mental note to myself to never become an actual hermit. My one week experiment in hermitism was more than enough for me to realize it isn’t the most optimal lifestyle for my health and overall well being.  

    Walking briskly, I make my way towards the science building for my first class, trying my best to get out of the cold air as quickly as possible. On a day like today, I realize that having an apartment on campus, even if it’s a slightly dingy one, is better than having to