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anyways if I’m an art major.”
    I squinted, wishing my sunglasses were darker. “College likes to fuck with you sometimes. Believe me, I know. I had the worst class last semester.”
    She kicked a rock back into the garden between two tall brick buildings. “Anatomy, right?”
    A boy in a tank top waved at me. I ignored him and kept walking toward class.
    I hooked my thumbs into the loops of my jean shorts. “Mmm-hmm. Thought it would be like the show Grey’s Anatomy . Boy, was I wrong.”
    Amelia laughed at my past pain. “You wouldn’t shut up about that class. It drove me nuts!”
    I lightly hit her arm. “It was driving you nuts? I wanted to slap my professor every class period. That’s why I sat in the back row.”
    She snorted and glanced at her cell phone before sliding it back into her purse. “I thought you sat in the back so you could text and sleep.”
    “Yeah, yeah.” I waved off her comment.
    A smile curled her lips. “Oh my God, you’ll never believe what this boy in my class asked our professor today,” Amelia gushed. She was trying to suppress her laughter.
    I raised an eyebrow. “What?”
    “We were watching a film and someone said something about the mile high club. Dude asked the professor what that was. Everyone in the class had to bite their tongues to keep from laughing out loud.”
    I chuckled, picturing it. “So what did your professor do?”
    She moved a piece of hair that got caught on her glossed lips. “He answered bluntly with, ‘it means having sex on an airplane.’ The man had no emotion in his voice, but his face was like ‘Why me?’” she said, giggling.
    I shook my head. “What an imbecile.”
    She nodded and wrapped her arms around her torso. “I know, right? Things like that during my day helps keep my mind off of…you know who.”
    I stepped to the left to avoid a girl on a bike and said, “There are always ridiculous stories to share.”
    She nudged my arm. “Your turn to tell me one.”
    “Hmm…” I looked at the pine trees by the science building. It was always strange that this university had pine trees; it was literally in the middle of the Arizona desert. How did these trees survive here?
    The art building loomed ahead. We stopped in front of a bench. “Okay, well, there’s this girl who likes to brag about her sex life in my relational communication class. Said she’s had sex on every continent.”
    Her forehead wrinkled in confusion. “Even Antarctica?”
    I shrugged. “That’s what she claims. I think she’s a pathological liar.”
    She twirled a piece of hair with her fingers. “Yeah? On what grounds?”
    “You’re a lawyer now?” I laughed, mocking her.
    Amelia stuck out her tongue. “You’re so square. Just tell your story.”
    I watched a couple fly by on skateboards. “Fine. She went on to say she even slept with celebrities. She said she hooked up with Nikki Keys…” My mouth was dry, as if cotton was shoved down my throat.
    She tilted her head. “From Dark Temptress?”
    Shit, here we go.
    “Yeah,” I said coldly.
    Of course the summer I found love I also hooked up with two rock stars.
    “Hmm, sounds like Nikki gets around.” She coughed. It sounded fake. “Perhaps you and that girl should hit Malibu together next summer?”
    Ouch. I didn’t mind being a slut for a season, but since Jason came into my life, that seemed like a silly way to spend a vacation.
    I flinched like a bee stung my lips. “What? Why?” I bit my tongue before saying something I’d regret later.
    She bumped my shoulder with hers. “It was a joke, a lame one at that. Just because you like to party…never mind. I’m sorry.”
    I rubbed my temple, trying to ease the pounding in my head. “Okay, I’m going to ignore the fact that you basically called me a slut, like her. I thought of something else.”
    She grinned. “Yeah? Shoot.”
    “You just want the awkward moment to pass. Remember, I don’t forget things,” I said, giving her a