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in her hand. I stared at the front door with the big brass door knocker and sucked in a deep breath. They never locked it and hopefully this wouldn’t be a first time.
    I slowly turned the knob and pushed the door open. If I thought outside looked like shit, the common room was even worse. There were cups, random bodily fluids, and pieces of clothing thrown around like landmines all over the wooden floor.
    “My room is at the top of the stairs to the left. I shouldn’t take too long.”
    I turned to see that Mac wasn’t even looking at me but staring at a dude passed out on the pool table. “That’s cool, I’ll just see if cue ball here will wake up and get me a beer.”
    “Be nice.”
    Mac dodged a red bra hanging from a doorway and a few more solo cups littering the floor. “I’m always nice, sweetie.”
    “Just because you say ‘sweetie’ at the end of everything, doesn’t mean it’s nice.”
    She smiled and kept walking toward the pool table. “Whatever you say, sweetie.”
    I shook my head. Whatever, I had to just get my shit, get out, and pray Dylan wasn’t passed out in his room. If he was, hopefully he wouldn’t wake up when I went in.
    I tip-toed up the stairs and stood outside of his door. It was now or never and I had to move on with the next chapter of my life. I had to stop rooming with random dudes and actually do something that didn’t involve using guys for what I needed.
    Slowly, I turned the handle, poking my head in and peering around the room. It was exactly as I’d left it the night before with Dylan’s unmade water bed, the walls covered in posters of half-naked women, and of course more landmines of clothes. But there was no sign of Dylan.
    I exhaled and pushed the door open the rest of the way. I didn’t know where he was and I didn’t care; I just had to pack my shit up. Not like I had that much anyway. The nicest thing I owned was a Mac book Air. I bought it with the money I earned being a nanny last summer. Those two insanely bratty kids in Roswell were hardly worth it, but the computer was my pride and joy.
    I was glad to see that my computer was untouched on the desk and quickly unplugged it and threw it in my purse along with the cord. I found the hiking back pack that I moved in with at the top of his the closet and started shoving in all of my stuff that I could find. I’d only been staying there a few months, in between one of the many times I tried staying with my mom and an ex. They were all starting to blend together. It was definitely time for a change... now I just had to figure out how to afford the apartment with Mac. At least I knew how I could put down the first month’s rent.
    Dylan was a first rate asshole. He was the type of guy that to be your friend he made fun of you. The only reason people hung out with him was because he had money. Too much money. I also knew that he always kept a wad of cash hidden in his sock drawer.
    Okay, so it wasn’t exactly the noblest thing to do, but I considered it good girlfriend tax. I’d been a great girlfriend. I went to all of his stupid fraternity functions and went down on him way too damn much when he wouldn’t even go near my snatch with his mouth. Hell the only sex we had was when he was drunk, which was 24/7, and it usually lasted less than five minutes and I’d have to finish myself off in the shower.
    I reached into his cash drawer and pulled out a wad.
    “Hey!”
    I jumped and gasped, holding the money to my heart when I spun around to see Mac standing directly behind me. “What the hell do you think you’re doing? I told you to wait downstairs.”
    She shrugged. “Cue ball got boring so I thought I’d see what you were doing.” Her eyes widened as she stared at the sock drawer. “Holy fuck that’s a lot of cash. Are you stealing from your ex? What the hell, Darcy?”
    I grabbed a handful twenties and slammed the drawer shut. “Yeah, you got a problem with that? We all can’t have jobs that leave us