cheerfully and turned towards Addison, leaving Hannah and Taylor to stand with Joseph.
“Yeah, c’mon Taylor!” Hannah said, grabbing Taylor’s hand and leading her eagerly away from Joseph towards the crowd.
Taylor was grateful to be pulled away without having to speak to him. After a few minutes Taylor looked back to where they were standing and Joseph was still where they left him, staring directly at her. Taylor felt a shiver crawl down her spine. She leaned towards Hannah.
“Does that guy Joseph creep you out?” Taylor whispered.
Hannah answered without hesitation.
“Yeah, totally. I’m steering clear.”
“Yeah, me too, I think," said Taylor.
As they joined the rest of the group, Addison yelled behind them towards Joseph, “You too, Mr. Tall, Dark, and Brooding!”
Joseph looked up, scowled, and turned to walk back towards the dorms.
-4-
“Well then,” Addison announced to the group, “everyone else who doesn’t have more important brooding to attend to, follow me.”
The group shuffled in silence behind Addison along the city street that led towards the main part of campus. It was the end of August and midday temperatures promised to be warm, but the early morning air was crisp and cool.
As soon as the dorms disappeared from view, Eric rejoined Taylor and Hannah, grinning with his familiar confidence. Hannah pretended not to notice him.
“Miss me?” he asked and looked eagerly at Taylor.
“Terribly,” Taylor responded, jokingly.
“Yes, terribly ,” Hannah parroted, less jokingly.
Addison could be heard in the background giving a terse description of their first stop.
“This is the administrative building,” she said. “You do your administrative stuff here. Any questions?”
Eric shot his hand up. Addison looked at Eric’s hand and then turned away.
“Great. Next stop, the fine arts building,” Addison announced and started walking.
Eric was not deterred, however, and hurried after her shouting for attention.
“Excuse me! Excuse me! I have a question!”
Addison turned sharply and stared at him.
“Yes?” she said, impatient.
“If it’s called VanCamp University, where are the vans for the camping?” he blurted out.
Addison looked at him for a second, rolled her eyes, and then turned around to keep walking. Taylor hurriedly covered her mouth to stifle a giggle.
As they approached the fine arts building, Taylor couldn’t help comparing it to her high school, a modest two story brick building that could have fit inside any of the buildings they had already seen with room to spare.
Addison stopped in front of the building and turned to face the group.
“This,” she indicated with a half-hearted wave behind her, “ is the Lenape Center for Fine Arts . I trust you can figure out what it is for.”
Eric’s hand shot up again. Addison looked directly at him, narrowed her eyes, and said, “No questions.”
Eric didn’t seem to mind, though. He just kept on grinning. Hannah, on the other hand, looked completely embarrassed to be in his vicinity.
“C’mon,” Hannah whispered to Taylor. “We should keep some distance from him. We don’t want Addison associating him with us.”
Taylor wasn’t worried about Addison blaming her for Eric’s behavior, but she wasn’t really attached to him either. She shrugged and followed Hannah’s lead to the other edge of the small crowd.
As soon as they started moving again, however, he was right back at their side.
The group came up to what Addison pointed out was the library. Taylor recognized this building from the brochure. It was decidedly more visually impressive than their dormitory, with stately columns and ornate stone details. Addison didn’t ask for questions at this stop, but Eric wasn’t paying attention regardless. Instead, he turned his attention to Taylor.
“What are you doing later?” he whispered to her.
Addison immediately picked up on this, however, and before Taylor could respond, Addison