I find a rhythm that I can embrace. I attend classes faithfully. I row three times a week with Micah and begin running the other two days. I study and call Grayson and sit in on weekly conference calls to the Board. I even find a strange friendship with Orchid, who is not exactly warm, but is comforting with her militant refusal to be impressed or even fazed by anything I do. Even when I slip and let my crazy show, she remains blankly unaffected. And twice a week, I sit through Lit 101 and tolerate Peter at my side with his watching eyes and amused smile. Because the theory that he would get bored and move on to easier conquests? Completely not the case. I fidget in my seat now, waiting for class to start. Mondays are the worst, because even as class winds down, I know I’ll see him again in just forty eight hours. What’s odd to me is that I never see him with his frat brothers.
