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guy, Bodhi.”
    “Yeah, well, it’s the gay thing.”
    This made me laugh even more. “Oh, that’s bad.”
    He chuckled and wiped his mouth. “Yeah, I know.”
    “So what brought you to Hallervan?” I asked.
    “My parents went here, so I thought I’d try it.” He shrugged. “What brought you here?”
    “I won a scholarship to the journalism department, so I took them up on it,” I explained. “What’s your major?”
    “Well, I went back and forth for a while but think I’ve finally nailed it down—education. High school social studies. So now I’m backtracking some and picking up some classes I missed. What year are you?”
    “Sophomore. Oh, good. I might need your help with the paper we were assigned,” I informed him with a grin.
    “It’d be my honor.” He smiled widely. I liked this guy. “Well, it was nice meeting you, Scout. Now do you wanna hang out sometime?” he asked, putting all his trash on his tray.
    I smiled back at him. “Sure. Maybe you can teach me how to be more zen.”
    “I can do that. ‘Kay, I’ll see you tomorrow in class,” he said still smiling as he stood, picking up his tray before leaving.
    I smiled for a long time after he left knowing I’d just made a new friend which was awesome.

Week Three
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    From: 9565876
    Subject: Me again!
    Date: September 9, 7:54 a.m.
    To: 9543254
    Hey (should I call you Four since you called me by the last number in my ID?)
    Am I hot? Hm. My ex-boyfriend used to say I was, so maybe? How about you? Are you hot? lol
    No, no tattoos, but if I did get one, I’d probably have, “He gave us two soap dolls, a broken watch and chain, a pair of good-luck pennies, and our lives…” put on the back of my right shoulder. Silly, I know.
    Also are you athletic? I was an All-Idaho basketball player and played one year in college but I won a big scholarship here, so I decided to use it instead.
    You’re a middle child, huh? Does that mean you’re the black sheep? ;) I’m the baby and my older brothers are very protective. I’ve only had one boyfriend and they had him so scared at first, it’s a wonder he stuck around.
    Don’t forget Foo Fighters and Heart.
    Thanks. I think my goal of a 4.0 can kiss itself goodbye because of French.
    I hope you’re still liking your classes!
    See ya!
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    From: 9543254
    Subject: Me again!
    Date: September 4, 5:49 p.m.
    To: 9565876
    You can call me whatever you want, Six.
    Ever know of a guy who doesn’t think he’s hot?
    All-State football player but blew out my knee in the championship game senior year. Quarterback. Had scholarships too but lost them because of my knee, so I decided to follow my brother here. My two younger brothers are here also.
    To Kill a Mockingbird, huh? Favorite book?
    Yeah, I’m the big screw-up black sheep. Haven’t declared a major. Always getting in trouble. My brothers fuck with me about it all the time. Bastards. But I love them.
    Classes are good. Maybe I’ll have a major figured out soon…
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    All three of his brothers went here.
    Holy shit.
    Was my pen pal Gable? Oh, God, please, no.
    But several things matched up to what I knew of him so far: My pen pal was cocky. He had three brothers. Tattoos. Who else could it be? Time to put my investigative instincts to work and find out. Then I’d have a little talk with my psychology professor and see if she could change us if it really was him.
    ~*~*~*~
    I got the job at O’Leary’s Sports Bar and Grill and started training the next week. I’d worked as a waitress at Rosie’s Country Kitchen when I was in high school, so I was familiar with this type of job, and I already kind of knew the ropes, so I hoped to pick things up quickly.
    A girl named Alyssa was my trainer and she was kind of a