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your name again? Estelle?”
    I nodded, the fact he remembered my name didn’t escape me. “Err…uh, yeah. Estelle Donovan.”
    “Nice to meet you. I’m Jacob Silas.”
    “Hi,” I squeaked.
    “Is this the first time you went to a battle?”
    He’s still speaking to me?
    I nodded again, afraid that if I spoke I’d vomit up random words again.
    He smiled. “Well, hope jerks like Shawn don’t scare you away. We’re actually a pretty nice community.”
    I nodded again, ‘Mute Estelle’ finally reborn.
    His eyebrows furrowed slightly before he gazed back at Anna. “Just ignore Marla. You know as well as I do that she’ll be gone in a week or two.”
    “Mmhmm,” Anna murmured, never losing the fierceness in her eyes.
    Jacob turned to leave, but not before he glanced back at me. “Like I said, hope no one scared you off.”
    He paused as if waiting for my response. This time I shook my head and managed to squeak, “Nah, I’m good.”
    “Good, because you know, some of us are pretty amazing.” He flashed his pearly whites once again and pushed the door open, disappearing inside, leaving me gawking after him.
    Anna chuckled beside me. “Let’s go.”

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 7
     
     
    Though my curiosity was killing me, I decided to play it cool that night instead of bombarding Anna with questions. I went about my normal routine of brushing my teeth, washing my face, and looking for the ever-missing remote.
    “You know, it just hit me that we’ve been lucky enough to like the same shows,” Anna commented as she began to scan channels. “Definitely helped make our weeks of radio silence more bearable.”
    “Yeah…” My mind was definitely not going to be able to concentrate on the zombie show she stopped on, though I have to admit, it was a relief to know my favorite character was still alive considering the five week cliffhanger the writers subjected us to.
    “You’re thinking about Jacob, aren’t you?” she asked slyly.
    My head snapped up as if tugged by a puppet string. “What? No!”
    My roommate rolled her eyes. “C’mon. I thought we were bonding here. Didn’t I say I wanted a roomie who’d gossip about boys with me?”
    I shifted uncomfortably. “Honestly, I feel kinda stupid about the whole thing.”
    “Which one? Gossiping or Jacob?”
    “Jacob,” I answered truthfully. I sighed and hugged my pillow to my chest. “I don’t even know him. I mean, how shallow can I be? Crushing on a guy because of how he looks? I should know better.”
    Anna smiled in understanding. “Physical attraction is what draws us to our mates. Being infatuated with someone because you think he or she is cute is not grounds for making you a bad person.” She paused and motioned to a poster hanging above her bed. “Do you know who that is?”
    I peered at the rugged actor who was brandishing what looked like a machine gun. “Yeah, it’s that guy from that one dystopian movie. What’s his name? Four or something?”
    “Yes,” she replied with a dreamy smile. “I love him—like absolutely ‘I’m-going-to-find-him-and-have-babies-with-his-hot-English-self’ love him. Do I know him? Nope. Does it make me a bad person? Nope.”
    “Funny, I always thought you just had that poster because you liked the whole post-apocalyptic, blazing guns kind of lifestyle. I mean you do have a penchant for wanting to murder people,” I teased.
    “Assumptions!” she yelped.
    “Sorry,” I said sheepishly. “I’m only joking.”
    Anna rolled her eyes, but kept her lips in a slight smile. “So back to Jacob…it is just a crush, right?”
    I frowned, taken aback. “What else would it be? I didn’t even know he existed until today.”
    She shrugged. “Just wanted to make sure it wasn’t a ‘love at first sight’ type thing. Then I’d think you were crazy.”
    “You just said you loved brown eyes over there,” I reminded her.
    “I didn’t say I was in love with him. There’s a