I sigh and let her pull me toward the dorm, turning once to shout our room number at Miles. We pass by the lacrosse team and I attempt to play it cool. They however, make every point to let us know we are seen. “Damn, Season. You spend time in the sun this summer? Was it a topless beach? Can I see?” She pauses mid-step and wraps her finger around a curl. It’s her nervous tic. I wonder briefly what caused it and then remember the picture that made its way across social media this summer. Season on a beach, topless, smiling at a faceless boy behind the camera. “Asshole,” she mutters. “Don’t worry about them, S. It’s just Logan and Trent.” She nods and walks away, her eyes losing a bit of their luster from before. I make a mental note to ask her about it later, and press my lips together. After three years of dealing with these guys, you have to know how to get rid of… Read more »
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