It’s Jordana, which, I’m ashamed to admit, is a tiny bit of a letdown, especially since I’m the one who texted her earlier. “Hi.” “Uh-oh, that doesn’t sound good. What’s going on?” Jordana asks. Following good dorm etiquette, I defer to my studying roommate and step into the hall. “Okay, I have to apologize in advance. I’m going to be that girl for a while.” My voice catches. Jordana’s quiet for a second. “Don’t even worry about that. We’ve been friends for too long.” I take a deep breath. “Well, remember that perfect senior year I was supposed to be having? It has kind of come to a screeching halt.” “Already? What happened?” She sounds genuinely upset for me, which in and of itself makes me want to cry. I walk toward the common room, which is on the first floor at the front of the house, right next to the kitchenette. Hopefully it has a door that locks. But Jess is already in there on one of the two couches, watching a movie on her laptop. “Aren’t you the lucky one with a single?”
