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over the California Barbie’s that shot him down, but whatever it was, Mia took off immediately upon finishing the joint.
    “See you guys up at the lodge. Thanks for the smoke.” And she quickly retreated up the trail. Schooner wondered where her entourage was and why she seemed to be in loner mode today. But being stoned, that thought quickly evaporated and was replaced by something else, as was the fleeting thought that maybe he should not let her be wandering in the woods alone.
    By the time Schooner and Beau made it up to the lodge, freshman class elections were well underway. They leaned against the wall near the door and Schooner surveyed the crowd. In the second row, paying rapt attention, were CJ and her soon-to-be group of sorority sisters. Scanning the room, he finally saw Mia sitting on a chair in the back. The look on her face was one of pure fright. Crouched down and clutching the back of her chair was Tim Vandergrift, freshman class President-elect and the class equivalent of douche bag Greg Marmalard from the movie Animal House (He looked like him, too!). He was crouched down and sniffing Mia. Schooner and Mia made eye contact and he could see she was paranoid as all hell that Mr. Brownie Points was going to turn her in to some school authority for reeking of pot and that she was going to get sent home for getting high at the Freshman Retreat (which, of course, was held at a Christian retreat center).
    Schooner could see Mia’s eyes pleading with him for help as she mouthed the word, “Fuck!”. All he could hear was his father’s words in his head to look out for her. CJ noticed Schooner leaning against the wall and followed his line of sight back to Mia. She also noticed Mia locked in on her boyfriend. Just then, there was a loud crash as a pitcher of ice water smashed onto the Mexican tile floor. All heads turned to see the source of the crash. Schooner had “inadvertently” knocked a pitcher off the table. The crash had brought Tim out of his crouched position to his full standing height of 6’4” and his attention to the left wall of the room. Mia used the diversion to pop out of her chair and head out of the lodge’s main room through a door on the right. Schooner silently gave himself a pat on the back.
    Mia was standing out at the front circle waiting for one of the earlier buses back, when CJ noticed her standing there. CJ had been in search of Schooner, but thought, “let him have his boys time. I’ve got something more important to take care of.” Grabbing her roommate and some girls from her dorm, CJ convinced them it was time to leave.
    She sat directly behind Mia on the bus and went into full animation mode as she reveled her followers with tales of her prom court and of what a wonderful kisser her new boyfriend, Schooner was (still playing the virgin act, she was not going to let any of her virginal friends/soon-to-be sorority sisters know that Schooner liked to pull her hair when she blew him or that he liked it rough… and that she was learning to like it that way, too). She even went so far as to make the prediction that he was “the one.” Her followers giggled with delight.
    Mia sunk deeper into her seat, wishing she’d had her Walkman and some headphones with her, so she didn’t have to listen to a show she somehow instinctively knew was being put on for her benefit. She couldn’t understand why though. CJ was gorgeous and had clearly already captured Schooner’s attention and from the sounds of it, his heart. So why the big show? Why did she have to make sure Mia knew he was hers?
    Mia silently wiped a tear that began to roll down her right cheek. She buried her face against the cold metal of the bus so that no one could see. In her head, looping was a line from an old Blondie song:
    Went walking one day on the lower East side
Met you with a girlfriend, you were so divine
She said, “Hands off this one sweetie, this boy is mine.”
I couldn’t resist you — I’m not