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eyes and plopped down on the couch, picking up the remote and clicking through channels on the TV like crazy.
    I chuckled. “They don’t waste time, that’s for sure. I’m working on a paper right now.”
    “What’s your topic?” she asked, peeking over the back of the couch at me.
    “We have to read something about the American Dream and argue how it impacts different ethnic groups.”
    “Yawn,” she answered. “Ours is something about Hamlet and self-awareness and its meaning. Double yawn.”
    I chuckled again. “Good times.”
    “Yeah,” she muttered turning back to the TV.
    “Hey, do you know a guy named Gable Powers?”
    Her head whipped around. “ Everyone knows who Gable Powers is. Why?”
    “Remember the guy who helped me with my flat when I came to meet you?”
    “Nuh uh!” she answered, staring at me in disbelief, her mouth hanging open.
    I rolled my eyes and nodded. “Yeah, and now he’s in my psych class and is just as big a jerk as he was the first time I met him.”
    “He’s hot, Scout.”
    “He might be hot, but after today, I know he’s still a jerk.”
    “What happened?”
    I told her what he’d said and she squealed. “Holy shit! He wants you!”
    “Maybe in a Cro-Magnon sort of way.”
    She laughed. “Still,” she said grinning at me, wiggling her eyebrows, which made me snort. “Keep me posted on what else he says.” She turned back to the TV and I frowned, not having thought that he and I would have another encounter.
    “God, I was hoping that was it…” I mumbled.
    “From the way it sounds, I don’t think it’s over,” she said as she continued turning from one station to the next with the remote. I bit my lip and frowned, staring at my laptop and wondering what else he might have to say to me. “Okay, on that, I’m gonna take a shower,” she said as she stood, muttering on her way out of the living room that she couldn’t take smelling like a giant French fry any longer which brought me out of my ruminating and made me chuckle.
    I’d lucked out that Amy was a good roommate. I’d been a little wary because Heath and Holden had told me some scary stories about their former roomies, but thank God that wasn’t the case for me.

Week Two
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    From: 9565876
    Subject: Hello =)
    Date: September 3, 8:03 a.m.
    To: 9543254
    Dear 9543254,
    What do I look like… I’m about 5’7” and weigh around 125. I have long, blond hair and green eyes. How about you?
    You only have brothers too?
    I agree that Hendrix was probably the best, though I’d say Tremonti is a close second : ) 
    Seattle has produced some amazing musicians and bands. You’re lucky to have grown up here if you like music.
    I hope you’re enjoying your 2 nd week at Hallervan.
    I think French class is going to kick my ass.
    Talk to you later,
    9565876
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    From: 9543254
    Subject: Hello =)
    Date: September 4, 5:49 p.m.
    To: 9565876
    Six,
    You sound hot. Are you hot?
    I’m 6’2” with brown hair and eyes and I have tattoos. You have any tattoos?
    Yep. 3 brothers. I’m 2 nd oldest.
    Nirvana. Pearl Jam. Alice in Chains. Seattle is the Mecca of all things grunge.
    School’s cool. Sorry about French.
    ~*~*~*~
    Monday after class, I applied at a couple places for a job because I needed the extra cash. Dad was giving me money for gas and groceries, but I wanted to help some too, so I’d made the rounds around town, going in and filling out applications then coming home and filling out others on my laptop. I’d already gotten a call from a sports bar at which I’d applied and they’d scheduled me to come in Wednesday for an interview.
    I also applied for the campus newspaper and was “hired” to review movies, which was the start to my journalism career. Whoopee! My column would provide a weekly critique