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find her watching me. Yup, she'd heard. “You probably heard me last night, didn't you?”
    “The walls are like, paper, so yeah. I didn't want to bring it up unless you were uncomfortable. Do you want to talk about it?”
    “Not really. I forgot to take my meds. Sorry if I kept you up.”
    “It's no big deal; we were just worried about you. It’s been a while since you had one.”
    “Renee woke up, too?”
    Darah nodded. Great, just great.
    “I'm really sorry.” It had only been twenty-four hours and I was already a bad roommate.
    “Don't worry about it. Did Hunter wake up?”
    “Yeah, he actually woke me up. He sleeps naked, by the way.”
    She snorted milk through her nose and had a coughing fit before she could answer.
    “You're kidding me,” she said, her eyes the size of dinner plates.
    “I didn't see Hunter Jr., if that's what you're thinking. He didn't take his shorts off until he was under the covers. What a gentleman, right?”
    “Listen, if he makes you uncomfortable, we can switch rooms. Although, we might have to pull Renee off him in the middle of the night.”
    “He'd probably screw her. He seems like that kind of guy.” My toast popped up, and I spread some butter and drizzled some honey on it.
    “Hey, I've gotta go to macro, but I'll see you later, okay? Let me know if you hear from housing.”
    “Will do,” I said, saluting her and munching on my toast.
    She grabbed her bag and for the first time since moving in, I had the place to myself. I should spend that time on skimming the first chapter in my textbook, but I wasn't that ambitious. Instead I plunked down on the sofa with a crappy reality show marathon and dazed out. I was just about to start getting ready when the door opened.
    “Hey,” Hunter said, setting his messenger bag by the door. “You recovered from last night?”
    “Yeah, I'm fine.”
    “Sure you are.”
    I was not going to put up with him today, so I went to get dressed and brush my teeth. He grabbed the remote and changed the channel. Of course.
    “Don't you have class?” I asked.
    “I don't have another until two fifteen. You?” He didn't take his eyes from the television.
    “I have feminism in cinema at 11:15.”
    “Sounds thrilling,” he said, finally settling on The History Channel. Looked like a marathon about Hitler.
    “See you later,” I said and went to get ready. He didn't even say good-bye when I walked out the door a few minutes later. I'd never met someone who ran so hot and cold. He was worse than Maine weather, which changed with alarming frequency.
    My walk down to class was relatively quiet. Our building was on the outer edge of campus, like a spoke on a wheel. UMaine centered on a grassy mall that had the library at one end and the memorial gym at the other. Most of the important buildings were near the mall, and the less important were behind them. The English building where I had my class was one of the less important and happened to be just down the hill from my dorm.
    The class was relatively small, so it was easy to find Megan's flaming red hair. Women's studies was a small department, so everyone pretty much knew everyone else and took the same classes.
    “Hey,” I said, sliding in the seat next to her and pulling the retractable desk up with a horrible grinding noise.
    “We meet again,” she said. “How was move-in?”
    “You wouldn't believe me if I told you.” We had a few minutes before class started, so I gave her the quick and very dirty version of the previous day.
    “You are kidding,” she said, sitting back.
    “I wish I were.”
    “I didn't think housing could do that.”
    “I know, right? No notice, nothing.”
    We were interrupted by the arrival of our teacher, Jennie, who I'd had a previous class with. She was young, only about twenty-eight, and was so obsessed with movies, she made even the most boring topic interesting. She also wouldn't let us call her by her last name.
    Class started with the usual handing