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“That’s it? You’re not talking to me?”
Molly came back to our room well past midnight, tripping on her own feet, and didn’t even acknowledge me. On Sunday, she slept in, but once she was up, she left the room and didn’t come back until late. Monday morning, it wasn’t any different. She didn’t even look my way as we got ready for class.
I sighed. Whatever. I wasn’t going to beg her—like she had done to me so I would join and put up with her sorority.
Having the first Monday morning class with her didn’t help. Actually, we walked together but not together from our building to the class, which seemed downright ridiculous. However, once we got to class, I took my usual back seat and she went to the front. Far away from me.
Things got more complicated when I noticed several girls, and a
