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climate and diversity; and the Japanese Gardens, Museums, and maybe some tourist spots.”
     
    I talked while he listened. While he drove, I discovered some things about him - his hands were twice as big as mine (I checked them out while they were on the steering wheel), he liked Hip Hop and Club music (types of music playing inside his car), he liked vanilla (his car smelled like vanilla), and the corners of his mouth turned up in a very sexy way when he was amused.
 
    I didn't even realize we were in front of my place until he parked his car. He had both of his hands on the steering wheel, turned his head towards me, and was looking at me strangely, "So Brennan Townsend is not your boyfr iend, right?"
 
    "How did you know hi s name?" I asked bewildered.
 
    "Sedona, I play football. He plays for San Francisco Rivers, our division rival, so we meet for a couple of game s each year."
 
    "Oh."
     
    “I think we belong in the same fraternity.”
     
    “Oh.”
     
    "So, he’s not, right?” he repeated, “Your boyfriend?"
                 
    "Like I said earlier, he used to be. Not anymore," I simply replied.
                 
    "Good. I just want to get it straight," he said.
                 
    He l eaned across from the driver seat and kissed me.
     

Chapter Four
     
    “Life is a collection of experiences – the good, the bad, the ugly, and the wonderful.”
     
    Sedona
     
    The text messages started coming in around 10:15 AM, followed by voicemails, then more text messages.
     
    I was snuggled under my bed covers, ready to switch my body position from left to right. I wanted to wake up; my body loudly rebelled. I was so not on schedule. I would have to rearrange my day planner for today. Ugh.
     
    My phone vibrated on my nightstand. I ignored it. It would stop after three buzzes.
     
    Well, it didn’t.
     
    Aargh.
     
    I let it continue for 5 more buzzes then I grabbed it with my right hand.
     
    My phone lit up when I pushed on a key.
     
    I scrolled down.
     
    Nalee: Call me. Spill!
     
    Tanya: He is HOT! For once, you got it right, girlfriend!
     
    Nalee (again): CALL me!!!!
     
    Kieran: WTH, I go on a swim meet and ur in the headlines?!! Call me, Ace.
     
    505-670-8088: Hey! You’re in the news!  ( I had no idea who this number belonged to. )
     
    Tanya (again): Call me. NOW!
     
    I also saw 5 missed calls, 2 from Tanya, 1 from Nalee, 1 from Kieran, and 1 from Brennan.
     
    What was happening?
     
    I tried calling Tanya but my call went straight to voicemail. She was probably in some exercise class. I called Nalee but she didn’t pick up either. Kieran was probably in practice so his cell phone would be off.
     
    I was about to check my voicemails when Tanya called back.
     
    “HEY!” She screamed on the phone. My ears were going to explode.
     
    “Dial down, sister. I’m half awake,” groggily, I said.
     
    “You’re still in bed?!” I put my phone away from my ear. Why did she have to scream so much?
     
    “Yes, Ms. Perky. I’m still in bed.”
     
    “You’re so lazy during break,” she mumbled. Thank goodness, her voice was a couple of notches down.
     
    I was not lazy. I was drained from last night. No wonder I stuck to my routine of sleeping before midnight. With no energy to explain my actions, I said, “I seldom get to sleep in for clinicals.” It was true. During the semester, when I had clinical rotations, I was awake up by 5:00 in the morning so I could get to the hospital by 6:15. At this time, however, on a Saturday, I should have completed at least 2 laps in the pool already. It was starting to bother me how off schedule I was.
     
    “So this means you haven’t checked Chatty Pepper!” Her voice was increasing in decibels again.
     
    “Chatty WHO?” I had no clue on whom she was referring to. 
     
    “Chatty Pepper! THE biggest college website!”
     
    “Tanya, I have no idea who this Chatty Person is. And why should