Jenny wandered around campus on Tuesday morning, so overcome with guilt that she couldn’t sit still. She’d been unable to sleep last night, even after Brett had gotten her out of there and the two of them had giggled and watched The 40-Year-Old Virgin in the lounge. But Jenny was still tormented by how she had idiotically let Tinsley goad her into making out with Angelo. It made her sick just thinking about it. What had she done? Part of her had wanted to hide under her scratchy baby-blue blanket all day, but then she felt like she was going to suffocate breathing the same air as Callie and Tinsley. Now she was outside on the quad, but she still felt the same stifling bubble around her head. If she didn’t get away from here, she was seriously going to flip out. She pulled out her new Treo and dialed the one person she knew could make her feel better. “Muffulupugus!” Rufus’s deep baritone rumbled loudly through her new phone. His voice made her smile, even though she had to hold her cell phone away from her ear.
