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“A ‘you’re going to get yourself in trouble’ thing.”

He sighs. “What did you do?”

“I kind of, sort of, maybe, paid my professor two hundred dollars to partner me with Kayleigh on a project.”

“You did what?!” He shouts. “Are you out of your damn mind? What happened to forgetting about her?”

“If I say I tried, will you stop yelling at me?”

“No.”

I groan. “I don’t know! I don’t understand it! One minute I’m completely ready to just push her out of my mind and move on with my life, and the next I’m staring a

t the back of her head for an hour-long class, imaging what it would feel like to run my fingers through her hair.”

“Good God, what has she done to you?”

“Help me!” I beg.

He chuckles. “What do you want me to do? You’ve already made it so you’re working on this project with her. Do you want me to play mommy and call your professor to correct your mistakes?”

“No. Just tell me how to fix this.”

After thinking for a minute, he hums. “Do the project. You’re stuck with it and you can’t risk your grade, so just get it done. Then, when it’s finished, leave her in the past. You only need to get to December and she won’t be in your class anymore. It can’t be too impossible.”

“You say that but you haven’t met this girl.”

“Maybe not, but just think about it. You’re with Bree, and from what you’ve told me, you two fit pretty well together. She must mean something to you if you’re still with her.”

I half smile. “Yeah. I like her.”

“Well, good. Keep going with that. Best case scenario, at some point your feelings for her will overpower the ones you have for her roommate.”

“And the worst?”

“You’ll die alone, wondering your whole life why you couldn’t make a freshman be nice to you.”

I snort. “Well, at least you’re honest.” My phone buzzes and I notice it’s a text from Bree. “I have to go. Thanks again for the advice. I’ll let you know how the project goes.”

He wishes me luck and we hang up the phone. As soon as the call ends, I open my messages.

Bree: I miss you. Come pick me up?

While I know that I shouldn’t, the opportunity of spending more time around Kayleigh is really tempting. I quickly make up a lie.

Me: Here isn’t good. Jesse is making the pledges

scrub the place. Want to hang at yours?

Bree: Sure. See you soon.

I grin and grab my keys, heading over to campus as quickly as I can. I pull into the parking spot and get out, taking the stairs up instead of the elevator. When I knock on the door, my girlfriend opens it quickly and shushes me.

“You have to be quiet. Kayleigh’s sleeping.”

Glancing over at her bed, I can just barely see her head peeking out of the oversized comforter. She looks so peaceful. I can’t help but admire her features while they’re not contorted in anger or disgust. She’s so beautiful.

The feeling of Bree grabbing my hand pulls my attention back where it needs to be. I turn around and press a quick kiss to her lips, hoping she didn’t notice my staring. If she did, she doesn’t mention it. She climbs onto her bed and pats the spot next to her. The two of us decide on watching Die Hard, playing it with the volume obnoxiously low to keep from waking Sleeping Beauty over there.

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