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even a line. Like you should get to bypass the line because you're better than this place.” He shook his head. “You may be hot, sweetheart, but you aren't better than this place. Sorry to be the bearer of bad news.”
    He turned back around, shaking his head.
    My mouth was open and I looked at Tana.
    She mouthed “What the hell?” at me. I just shook my head, incensed. I grabbed Big Boy by the arm and turned him around.
    “Hey.” I dug my fingers into his forearm, encountering solid muscle. I felt his arm flex but he didn't pull away. “Jackass. I came here to register for classes because I wanted to. I didn't come here to look down my nose at anybody. I chose to come here. So you can shut the hell up.”
    He looked down at my hand on his arm, then back at me, grinning again. “You just wanted to touch me.”
    I yanked my hand off his arm like it had suddenly caught fire.
    Tana tried to mask a smile.
    “You've got nice hands, sweetness,” he said. His eyes roved up and down my body, his eyes lingering on my breasts. “You wanna touch me somewhere else, just ask. As long as I get to do the same.”
    Maybe I'd made an entirely wrong decision. Four more years of Annika sounded better than one more minute with this moron.
    “You wish, jackass,” I said.
    “ Oh, I do,” he said, chuckling. “And my name's West. Not Jack. But I do have a nice...”
    “ West?” I snorted. “What the hell kind of name is that?”
    He chuckled. “Best name you'll ever know. Guaranteed.”
    “Whatever,” I said. I grabbed Tana's arm. “Let's go.”
    “ I didn't get your name, honey,” West called as I stormed away, pulling Tana with me. “Maybe next time.”

    EIGHT
     
     
    Tana and I both stared at the flat tire on my car.
    I ran a hand through my hair. “Great.”
    I'd dragged Tana away from the line, to the other side of the campus. After a couple of laps walking around the track and Tana calming me down, we'd gone back to the registration line. West, aka Mr. Jackass, was nowhere to be found. We'd waited our time in line, finally gotten into the registrar and I signed up for the four classes I wanted.
    I was feeling pretty good until we'd walked back down to the parking lot and saw the rear passenger tire flat as a pancake.
    “How did that happen?” Tana asked. She crouched down to inspect the tire.
    I slumped against the side of my car. “Who knows?”
    “Can you change a tire?” she asked, her voice hopeful.
    I stared at her like she'd sprouted another head. “No,” I said, enunciating the word. I raised my eyebrows. “Can you?”
    Her expression was one of horrified amusement. “No. But I can call AAA.”
    I stared at the tire for a moment, thinking. “It can't be that hard, can it?”
    “Changing a tire?” Tana sounded like I'd just asked if I could perform brain surgery on her.
    “ Yeah,” I said, popping the trunk. “People do it all the time.”
    New adventures, I reminded myself. Take some risks. Try some new things. Why couldn't changing a flat tire be one of them?
    Tana was still staring at me. “Yeah. People. Not us.”
    “ We'll be fine,” I told her.
    But we weren't. I found the tools under the mat in the back and, after staring at them and turning them over in my hands, couldn't make heads or tails of them. I tried to unscrew the bolt that held the tire down in the trunk and couldn't get it to move. After twenty minutes of me fumbling around like a bumbling idiot and Tana just staring, her face expressionless, we'd made absolutely zero progress.
    I dropped the long tire thing to the ground and the sound of the steel crashing against the pavement echoed across the lot. “Alright,” I said, wiping the sweat beading on my forehead.
“I give up.”
    “ Ah, don't give up so easily,” a voice said behind me.
    Tana and I both turned around.
    West was standing there, his hands shoved in the pockets of his shorts.
    I turned back to Tana, ignoring him. “Let's just call AAA.”
    She nodded,