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campus."
    I shut the phone off and headed to my gate.
    I know. I'm a dick. 
    The empty gate added to my irritation. It gave me the opportunity to think, and I didn't want to think. I took a seat facing the window and watched as the plane pulled up. I enjoyed flying, but this flight made me nauseous.
    I didn't want to get on the plane. I wanted to run out of the terminal, jump in a cab, find Carrington, and take her back to bed. I wanted to rewind our lives. Back before Josh and the attack. I wanted another chance to ask her out the day we met in the library.
    I wanted Carrington.
    I stood up when the attendant called for the passengers to board. I hesitated for a minute, looking for any excuse not to get on the plane, but nothing came to me. I willed myself to take one step, and then another, until I made it down the walkway and onto the plane. I found my seat and settled in. I turned my phone back on; maybe Carrington left me a message. When my phone beeped, my heart rate increased. I unlocked the phone and stifled a groan of disappointment. Tiffany had sent me a naked photo of the side of her ass. It paled in comparison to Carrington's epic ass. I deleted it.
    I needed to break up with this girl.
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    I saw her yellow VW bug parked in my space as soon as I turned the corner on my street. When I had returned to school after summer break, I had moved out of the fraternity house into my own apartment. I didn't feel right at the house. I avoided the place as much as I could. The brothers understood—they knew what Josh meant to me. They ended up turning Josh's old room into a gym.
    "Fuck." I didn't want to deal with this. I had an exam in three hours and needed to catch up on some sleep. I felt bad about last night. I never claimed Tiffany as my girlfriend, but I knew her assumptions were based on my behavior. 
    I sat in my car for a minute, but I caught her peeking through the window near the door, and it was too late for me to run away.
    I had to go in. The longer I stayed in the car, the more hassle I had to endure. I suddenly regretted giving her a key. 
    I had made it as far as the porch before I had to stop and take a breath. I counted to three, exhaled ... inhaled and exhaled again. I lowered my head and walked in the door.
    My eyes trailed up her body. No, let me correct myself, my eyes traveled up her naked body.
    Tiffany sat on the stairs inside my apartment—legs spread, turning a football over in her hands. She cocked her head and smiled as if posing for a photo shoot for Playboy , the babes of college edition. As she passed the football back and forth between her hands, I caught glimpses of her creamy white skin, her beautiful tits, and other parts of her I wanted to get close to. She had an amazing body, classic features. The girl was hot.
    I hated myself, but I couldn't help it. I wanted her.
    She sat up straight with confidence, so sure of herself. She tossed me the ball, and I caught it and dropped it and the rest of my stuff, attacking her on the stairs.
    She tried to speak, but I shut her up with my lips.
    If she spoke, if she said one thing wrong, it would turn me off, and I needed to screw away some stress. Relieve the tension.
    I finished quicker than expected, but from the satisfied look on her face, she got off, too.
    I pushed myself off of her and ignored the rug burns on my knee. I pulled up my pants, grabbed my discarded shirt and the rest of my stuff, and walked over her to get to the second floor of my apartment.
    She followed me into my bedroom.
    "How was your flight?" she asked as she pulled one of my t-shirts out of my drawer and put it on. I wanted to tell her not to wear my clothes, but it would have hurt her feelings, and I had just used her for meaningless sex in the stairwell. I could sacrifice a t-shirt.
    "It was fine." I put my stuff away. I placed my computer on my desk and turned it on, hoping she would get the hint.  I needed to study. I also needed a shower. I smelled like the