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across campus once more, hurrying to get
to the Phi Kappa house as quickly as I could; my argument with Kelly hadn’t
taken long, but it had left me shaken. She had actually admitted to her lie.
She had admitted that Devon had been right—that he hadn’t just been trying to
run a game on me, to get what he wanted. You
knew it all along, I thought, shaking
my head. Why wouldn’t she just admit it
from the beginning?
    I stewed on the questions spinning in my head as I
walked from the dorms to the other end of campus, barely acknowledging the few
people who were out and about, headed to the dining hall or to their morning
classes. If Kelly had told me from the beginning that she knew what Devon had
been like from experience—that he had treated her poorly, that she was heartbroken
over him—then I might not have ever even given him a chance. That would have
been bad for Devon and for me, but at least it would have been honest.
    Even if she had confessed when I had confronted her
with the information that Devon had given me, it would have been mostly okay. I
could understand being jealous—I had seen enough jealousy in high school to
know it could make people do crazy things. But the fact that she had not only
lied to me from the beginning, but tried to actively sabotage any chance at a
relationship I might have had with Devon and then lied again, was nearly
unforgivable as far as I was concerned. She had been my friend for years; I
thought that we had more trust between us than that.
    I barely realized I was approaching the Phi Kappa
house until I was nearly walking past it; I stopped myself, shaking my head and
taking a deep breath. I was not going to let a petty argument with Kelly ruin
my time with Devon. I took another deep breath and put it behind me. I turned
around and walked to the front door; but I stood there for a moment, not
entirely sure of how to handle the situation. There were obviously guys in the
frat house who were still asleep—I didn’t want to wake them up and irritate
them. As much as possible I wanted to stay on the Phi Kappa guys’ good side, as
long as it didn’t cost me anything. I worried at my bottom lip, thinking.
Knocking on the door was out—that would definitely wake up a few people. I took
my phone out of my pocket and found the text message thread with Devon. I’m at the front door, but I don’t want to
wake anyone up, I wrote. Less than a minute later my phone buzzed; Devon
had sent an emoji back: a smiley face with its tongue stuck out.
    A minute later, the door opened, and I nearly jumped in spite of the fact that I should have
expected it. Devon stood in the half-open door in nothing more than his pajama
pants; the ridges of his hip bones told me he wasn’t even wearing boxers
underneath, and for a moment I wished that I had more than about an hour to
spend with him before I had to leave for class. “Right on time, babe,” he said
with a grin.
    “I told you,” I countered, stepping through the door
he held open for me. Walking into the house, I could smell something absolutely
delicious; the scent of vanilla, of something fried, filled the air, giving me
a hint as to what Devon had put together for us.
    Devon led me into the kitchen, where a couple of the
frat brothers were awake, gulping down coffee and eating cereal. When Devon and
I walked in, they looked up and seemed to all decide at the same time that
they’d much rather watch the news in the living room.   “Have a seat,” Devon told me with a grin,
gesturing to the newly empty table. I laughed, rolling my eyes.
    “Are they being polite because I’m a girl, or because
you’re the boss around here?” I asked him, raising an eyebrow and smiling.
    “A little bit of both,” Devon said. “Sit down, you
don’t have that much time to enjoy the feast I’ve prepared for you.”
    “Oh? A feast, no less,” I said, picking one of the
chairs and sitting down quickly. Devon went to the stove and opened the