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the party into the kitchen, and I follow.
    “No thanks. Is there anyone else here?”
    “You mean someone around six foot three, black hair, laser-blue eyes?”
    My stomach jumps. He so did look like that.
    “Um, there wasn’t any greasy hair involved, was there?” I’m almost afraid to ask.
    “No.” Her eyes widen just before she dives into the fridge and plucks out the eggs. “And, no he’s not here. It’s just you and me.” She gives a quick wink before yanking a pan out and firing up the stove.
    I blindly take a seat at the table.
    “He was cute and sweet and helped me home, sort of. He even offered me an out before he impaled me with his impossibly perfect body, but then he just up and left.”
    “That’s why they’re called one-night stands,” Tess shouts over the sizzle in the pan. “Don’t get all weepy-eyed because he didn’t write you a poem and leave you a roadmap to his apartment. He was simply following the rules.”
    “Rules?” This is the very reason I should never have listened to Tess in the first place. Deep down I knew I wanted something more from him. I’m stupid that way and apparently hardwired to believe in sappy, happy endings. I guess it turns out saviors in blue jeans aren’t my destiny. Nope, for the rest of the summer I’m going to be living with Derek and his pot-smoking girlfriend in their not-so-comfy RV while I save for a place. That’s my destiny.
    Okay, don’t panic. It’s only until September and then I’ll go around and beg all the sororities to take me in. It’s not like I’ll be homeless. Plus the savings will help me buy a killer gift for Ruby. Last year I thought I’d buy her something nice to wear from the Gap and scored two sundresses from the clearance rack, but Ruby didn’t even glance at them. She was too busy trying to ride the Sit ’n Spin she had just unwrapped from someone else. I got the message loud and clear: toys rule, clothes drool.
    I migrate over to the couch and catch a glimpse of a few crumpled bills lying on the coffee table, my panties and bra just beneath them.
    Holy shit.
    “What’s this?” I lean over and inspect the sixteen dollars like I’ve never seen US currency before.
    “Looks like he left you a tip.” Tess leans over the counter and bites down a smile.
    He didn’t.
    He couldn’t.
    I mean, that would make me a…
    A strangled scream erupts from my throat.
    Good God. I think I just turned my first trick.

    Resentful and angry are not two good ways to drive.
    I nearly mow down an entire herd of Pretty Girls as I careen out of the parking lot on my way to Starbucks. I need to ask to get off before three to clear my crap from Russell Hall, and it always works better if I’m not late while begging to be let off early. I’m more than bummed I’m not at Russell now to experience all the fun. It’s officially moving day, and everyone is excited to get summer under way. All week the dorm has been buzzing with talks of summer vacays to Europe, the Hamptons, private islands with five-star chefs held captive for my dorm sisters’ nutritional benefits. And what do I have to look forward to? At the rate I’m going, an entire array of STDs. Oh, and that tiny detail of having no actual home in which to enjoy said STDs. Ironic since Russell Hall will be empty as a haunted house. Nevertheless, I’ll be joining the ranks at the U-Haul rental station later this afternoon.
    I sent a 911 text to Lauren and Kendall before I left Tess. Who better to man-bash with than two women who’ve been stung by cupid’s crooked arrow? Oh, who am I kidding? The only one getting screwed sideways by that demonic cherub is me. Both Lauren and Kendall are engaged. It’s just me who wants to commit mass penile decapitation. And there’s no coincidence about the fact I’d love for my hacking spree to begin with every man misfortunate enough to have the name Morgan. It’s probably not even his real name. Sleazeballs like him are forever changing