When I had first arrived on campus, I had expected to get the strange looks I always got when I was in a new place that wasn’t used to seeing a brown face. I had survived Koppe High, so I’d assumed SWT would be a breeze. I got a few nasty looks from some of the girls dressed in their sorority t-shirts whenever I was with Nic. It was obvious that they wanted him, and they hated it when he didn’t give any of them a second glance. He was polite when they said “hi,” but other than that, he acted as if they weren’t even there. Walking with Kristie across the quad to the music building, her every step bubbling with excitement, caught almost every guy’s attention. There were a few wolf whistles when we passed a group of frat guys wearing their maroon polo shirts emblazoned with their fraternity’s letters. Kristie didn’t seem to notice or hear them as she prattled on and on about the latest episode of Dallas, one of her favorite TV shows. One frat guy, who had popped up the collar of his polo shirt, slid his sunglasses down his nose.
