Still, I stick to my plan and I even join the school paper. It’s as much work as I expected before, but it turns out to be the perfect distraction. It keeps me incredibly busy and two weeks pass by faster than the entire first month of school did. Although I ache for my boyfriend, I keep telling myself this is the best thing for us both. I try not to think about the girls he is hanging out with on the weekends and repeat in my mind that Derek is faithful. This was my decision, after all, and I know he agreed to it because he cares for me, not because he is looking to hook up with someone else. If he wanted that, he would have had plenty of other opportunities over the past year. It is the end of week three of my little experiment when my editor comes to me and asks me to cover a campus band playing at a local club. “You. New girl. I need you to cover some crappy concert.” This is how she endears me to her when she needs me for something. “Okay,” I say, although I have no experience writing concert features.
