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lips. “I will be back in maybe fifteen-twenty minutes. Make me whatever you want.” Devon hugged me and then
gave me a playful swat to the hip.
    “Twenty minutes!” he reminded me as I headed for the
door.
    I hurried out of the frat house as quietly as I could;
from what I could tell, no one else was awake yet—although at least this time,
I thought, I had nothing to be ashamed of if someone did run into me leaving. I
almost ran across campus to my dorm, fumbling with my key card at the entry. I
had managed to get my giddiness under control by the time I got to the dorm
room I shared with Kelly; I remembered that she would probably be there, though
I doubted she would be awake yet. I let myself into my room as quietly as
possible and closed the door behind me.
    I rummaged through my clothes and picked out a pair of
jeans and a new tee shirt; my classes for the day didn’t merit anything more
than that, and after having staying the night with him three times, I doubted
that Devon really cared whether I wore a skirt, a
dress, or jeans. I sneaked out of my room and into the adjoining
half-bathroom on my side of the dorm to wash my face and smooth my hair; I put
on fresh underwear and socks and pulled my new outfit on as quickly as
possible; I had ten minutes to get back over to Devon’s place.
    As I was locking the door to my side of the dorm, I
heard Kelly’s door close. “Hey,” she said, her voice more angry than sleepy. “I
didn’t hear you come in last night.” I turned to see her in her pajamas,
glaring at me.
    “That’s because I didn’t,” I said levelly.
    “I guess you were with him then.” Kelly crossed her arms over her chest, shaking her head
even as she continued to stare at me angrily.
    “It’s really none of your business. I have somewhere
to be.” Not only was I still uncertain as to whether to believe Kelly’s
stories—both the ones she had told me about Devon being horrible and her
excuses that she had never had anything to do with him herself—but I didn’t
want to keep Devon waiting. I didn’t want to miss any time that I could be
spending with him.
    I started to walk past her, to the door to our dorm,
but Kelly stepped in my way. “I don’t get you, Jenn. Why would you choose him
over me? I’ve been your friend for years! Is it just because he fucked you, is
that it?” I felt my cheeks burning, heat spreading down from my forehead onto
my chest.
    “Look,” I said, pushing past her. “Obviously there’s
no point in talking about this until you calm down.” I started towards the door
once more and had just turned the doorknob when Kelly spoke again.
    “All right, fine! I did date him for a while, and yes,
it was me kissing him. You happy? He was actually telling the truth for once in
his life.” I turned to look at her, more shocked than surprised; after all, I
had believed Devon deep down, even though Kelly had insisted that he was
lying—hadn’t I?
    “I’d be happier if you hadn’t tried to sabotage
everything,” I said flatly.
    “I still don’t see why you would choose him over me,”
Kelly said, shaking her head. It looked like there were tears in her eyes, but
her expression was so angry I couldn’t really tell.
    “Well, for starters,” I replied, straightening my
spine and holding her gaze, “Devon has never lied to me.” Kelly’s eyes widened, and she stared at me in shock that had
to have looked as unbelieving as my own. “I’m leaving.” I turned back towards
the door.
    “Go ahead and run off with your stupid boyfriend then!” Kelly said, her voice nearly a shout. “You’re both going to get what you deserve.” I heard
her door slam and shook my head, walking out into the hallway. I didn’t know
what she meant—but I also didn’t feel like wasting time to go back and ask her. She’s just upset. Ignore it. She’ll get
over it eventually, and if she doesn’t, she was never really your friend to
begin with.

 
    Chapter
Six
    I made my way