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attempting to form a clever comeback. Instead, I just stand there like a statue.
    He flashes a sexy smile at me, winks, and walks away. “Damn those dimples.” I blow out a deep breath as I watch him leave. I stand there for a moment longer, trying to figure out what just happened.
    “It’s probably best to stay away from Asher,” an icy voice says from behind me.
    Now what? I turn to see McKenna looking like evil Barbie. Her long blonde hair pulled tight in a ponytail, her striking sapphire eyes glaring at me with hatred, her nostrils flaring and her manicured hands positioned on her athletic hips.
    “What are you talkin g about, McKenna?” I ask, bordering on boredom.
    “Asher St. Michael. That piece of sexy male specimen you were just attempting to converse with. He’s off limits,” she instructs like she owns him.
    I cross my arms . How dare she tell me who I can and can’t speak with? “First of all, trust me when I say he isn’t of interest and secondly, you don’t get to tell me whom I can and cannot speak to so back off, McKenna.” I brush past her as she grabs my arm, forcing me to turn and face her.
    “Just trust me when I tell you that falling for Asher would be a bad idea,” she snarls out of her perfectly glossy lips.
    I twist my arm out of her death grip , looking her in the eyes. “Message received. He’s all yours.” I smile sweetly and walk away.

3 Katana
    Exhausted from the verbal altercations, I decide to spend some time alone in the library with my research paper. Delusional as it may be, I thought Rhetorical and Communicative Theory would be a good distraction from Asher St. Michael.
    After three hours, it’s not working. All I can think about are his indigo eyes, the way his invigorating scent filled me, and why my body reacts of its own accord to his proximity as if pulled by an invisible string. Unfortunately, all attraction ends when he opens his damn mouth. I sigh in defeat as I pack up to leave.
    I walk outside the library and adjust my messenger bag as coldness creeps into my body. But it has nothing to do with the outside temperature. I scan the campus, assuring myself that nothing seems out of sorts. Still, I can’t help the feeling like I’m being watched. I exhale, releasing my nerves, and begin to walk back to my dorm.
    As I reach the door to my room, I notice it’s ajar which strikes me as weird. We all lock the door constantly since it’s one of Abby’s big rules. Little by little, I push the door open and my breath hitches.
    “Holy shit,” I don’t quite whisper. I’m looking at what I can only describe as complete room demolition. There are clothes, shoes, jewelry, purses, and make-up thrown everywhere in the lounge area with a trail leading straight to the room I share with Aria. It looks like the place has been ransacked. On guard, I walk toward our room and open the door. My jaw hits the floor as my eyes go wide and I stand motionless at the sight in front of me.
    Aria and Abby are wildly pulling clothes out of the closets and arbitrarily throwing them on what I’m guessing are our beds. Music blares from an iPod as I stand speechless and immobile, still in shock at the closet destruction I’m witnessing.
    “Oh, thank goodness you’re here,” Abby chirps with a cheerful tone. Finally noticing I’m standing there, she grabs both my hands and pulls me through the doorway into the chaos.
    “What’s going on in here?” I stammer out as I trip over a pair of Abby’s black-heeled shoes, my messenger bag falling on the floor in the process.
    Grabbing them off the floor , Abby squeals in delight. “Eve! You found them, thank you. It’s like fate because these,” she dangles the five-inch heels in my face, “are what you’ll be wearing tonight with a black dress,” she searches the mess with meticulous care, like a cat stalking a mouse, “ah ha, here, with this black dress.” She holds up a mini sequin dress and the shoes then shoves them both at