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But also kinda twisted to see you all up in that sorority bullshit. You chilling with sorority girls was actually the most insane part of last night for me. More insane than that one dude’s Jonas Brothers tattoo.”
    â€œHow do you think I felt? It was like I was Cinderella and the rest of the girls were those tiny woodland creatures.”
    â€œOh . . . I’m well aware. I saw the outfit they put you in. I felt like I was watching “Made: I Wanna Be in a Sorority” or some shit. It was mind-blowing. But you looked cute.”
    â€œThanks, Jonie.”
    â€œYou’re not calling me Jonie anymore, remember?”
    â€œBut it’s our thing, Jonie.”
    â€œFine. Call me whatever you’d like, but just know that you’re opening the floodgates of middle school nicknames.”
    â€œYou wouldn’t.”
    â€œOh, I certainly would, Taylor the Flailer.”
    â€œThat seizure was really scary!”
    â€œYeah, no shit, I was there. With the rest of Montgomery Middle. It was terrifying.” Jonah flicked a half-eaten waffle fry at me.
    â€œBut at least you’re starting to make a good impression here,” he continued. “With your epic frat party basement fail, et cetera.”
    â€œYou’re totally right. First impressions are everything. So you must be feeling especially weird about how you had to have your best friend from high school get you in.”
    â€œTouché. That wasn’t my shining moment.”
    â€œLet’s pretend you didn’t just say ‘touché.’ ”
    â€œI’m comfortable with that.”
    We both took long sips of our respective fountain sodas in an unspoken truce.
    â€œSo,” I asked, “I know you’re not really into the all-American thing, but meet anyone fun last night?”
    â€œIn a word . . . no,” Jonah said confidently. “I’m not gonna meet a guy at a fucking frat party, that’s for sure.”
    He went back to enjoying his calorie-castle. Jonah was on the swim team, so he could basically eat two of everything without ever gaining a pound. He was my oldest friend that I actually still liked. We’d both played in the jazz band at school, we were both huge Smashing Pumpkins fans, and we shared an obsession with Breaking Bad and Real Housewives of Atlanta . So naturally we spent a ton of time together.
    â€œHow were your classes this week?”
    â€œFine, I guess? I don’t know.”
    â€œWhich applied mathematics are you taking again?”
    â€œPhilosophy and Logic 116. It seems annoying so far.”
    â€œAny babes on the swim team?”
    â€œEh, there’s one kid. He’s Irish or something and definitely straight, but I’m not even gonna think about shitting where I eat.”
    â€œFair. Are the other guys on the team cool?”
    â€œSome are pretty cool, or funny or whatever. I’m still getting to know shit. It’s actually all I’ve been focused on. I literally live in that pool.” He sounded a bit defeated.
    â€œYeah, I’ve noticed.”
    â€œThey told me I’d be able to have a life.”
    â€œSo intense. I still don’t really get sports.”
    â€œThe coach has me slated for four events at our first meet. I mean, it’s only against other CDUstudents until the season officially starts, but still. It’s tomorrow night, by the way. You should come.”
    â€œI’m there. Obviously.”
    â€œYou wanna see a movie tonight? The new Wes Anderson looks pretty sweet . . .”
    Right then, I heard someone knocking at the window near our table. I looked up and saw Stephanie and Olivia standing there looking at us. Steph was waving excitedly, while Olivia looked like she could give two shits. Steph hurried into the restaurant and up to our table; Olivia lit a cigarette.
    â€œHiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii . . .” The word seemed to