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badly, but ultimately I knew I couldn’t do anything to stop him. “Can’t you just have a little decency? She didn’t do it. It’s my fault.”
    “You need to leave,” he said. “But Lindsay, I’m citing you again for having a guest here after curfew.”
    “Fine,” she said, throwing up her hands. “Whatever, Dennis. Do what you need to do.”
    “Lindsay, I’m sorry,” I said, heading out the door. “I really didn’t mean to cause a problem. I came to explain.”
    “Please go home, Justin. Please.”
    And so I went.

LINDSAY
    I shut the door and leaned against it, rage smoldering through my body. I couldn’t believe him! Showing up here again, when he knew he’d already gotten me into trouble once for doing the same thing. He’d obviously been drinking, and God knows what else. What did he think? That he could just show up whenever he wanted, have me available to him whenever he wanted? I was so done with him it wasn’t even funny.
    I took deep breaths and threw myself down on my bed. My eyes filled with tears, and before I knew it, I was sobbing. My heart felt like it was breaking. How could someone I’d known for such a short period of time, someone I’d never even kissed, make me so sad? It was a sure sign that he was bad for me. But then why did I feel so awful being away from him?
    The door to my room opened, and Rachel walked in. I hadn’t seen her all weekend. She’d been away, spending time with her friends at BU. I quickly wiped away my tears, embarrassed. I knew how she felt about me and Justin, and I didn’t want her to see me crying.
    “Hey,” I said brightly. I tried to think of a reason why I’d be up so late. “I couldn’t sleep so I decided to study.”
    “Cool.” She didn’t seem that concerned. She crossed to the other side of the room and pulled off the boots she was wearing. Then she collapsed onto her bed.
    “Did you have a good weekend?” I asked. I grabbed a tissue off the nightstand and wiped at my eyes, thankful I’d taken the extra step to clean off my eye makeup when I’d gotten home. At least now I wouldn’t be a complete mess.
    “It was really fun,” Rachel said. But her back was to me. She was lying in bed, fully clothed, staring at the wall. Her voice sounded distant and kind of flat.
    “Everything okay?” I tried.
    She turned around and smiled at me. “Everything’s fine. Just tired, I think.” She put her hand on her head. “And I think I have a headache. Too much drinking, probably.”
    “Yeah.” I gave her an “oh I’ve been there” kind of look, even though I hadn’t.
    “Do you mind if we turn out the light?” she asked. Her hand was over her eyes.
    “I’m really tired.”
    “Oh. No, that’s fine.” I switched off the light and then lay there in bed. The dorm seemed unusually quiet. Usually there were the sounds of people playing music or someone on the floor above me stomping around, or the squeak of the elevator as it moved through the building. But now there was nothing.
    The silence was disconcerting.
    I reached over and picked up my iPad and put the buds in my ears. I tried to listen to music, but every song made me think of him.
    ***
    Dr. Klaxton obviously wasn’t going to give a crap about my broken heart, so I made sure I was up early for his class. Rachel and I grabbed coffees and bagels from the dining hall, and then sat down and went over the reading, quizzing each other on the review questions.
    “I think we definitely have it down,” I said to her as we walked up the steps of the science building. “If he asks us a question, we’ll be prepared.”
    “Maybe.” She chewed on her lip. Her blonde hair was pulled back into a ponytail, and her eyes were bright, but there were dark circles under them, like maybe she’d had trouble sleeping.
    “What do you mean maybe? We know the answer to every single review question.”
    “Yeah, but you don’t know what he’s going to ask. He might ask us something that has