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another fifteen minutes.”
    “I overslept. I’ll have to get the notes from someone.”
    I groaned. “Some naïve girl who has a crush on you, you mean.”
    He sat down on my blanket and relaxed his head on my lap. “Don’t be jealous. I can’t help it if pretty little coeds find me irresistible.”
    I ruffled his hair. “
Irritating
is what they should find you.”
    Ian smacked my hand away and ran his fingers through his spikes. “Hands off the goods!”
    “And what do you mean, jealous?” I demanded. “If anything, I pity those poor girls. The way you take advantage of them is despicable.”
    He shrugged his strong shoulders in resignation. “Far be it from me to turn down a girl who’s offering.”
    “You’re hopeless.”
    “Don’t I know it. But you still love me.” He set his tongue between his teeth, his eyebrows dancing.
    I shoved his shoulder, then deliberately leaned back, letting the sunshine hit him square in the face.
    “Hey!” Ian’s hands flew to his eyes. He peered up at me through the slits in his fingers. “Not nice.”
    I laughed and stuck my tongue out at him.
    “Ahem.”
    We looked up to find our close friend Casey Samuels standing behind us, holding a copy of the school’s newspaper,
The Razorback Register
. He touched a finger to his tongue, opened to one of the middle pages, and read: “‘Unfortunately,’ says Ivy, the yin to Ian’s yang, ‘we live in a society where sex is pushed into our faces, but we’re discouraged from talking about it. One is made to feel ashamed if they have thoughts that society deems ‘abnormal’ or ‘perverted.’ I, myself, grew up feeling abnormal because I would get aroused by seeing a woman’s naked body on a television screen. I knew I had a pretty strong predilection toward the opposite gender, so I was mortified by my physical response to the sight of a nude woman. It wasn’t until I took a class here at Riordan College that I learned I was responding to the sensuality of the female form, and it was perfectly normal. This is one of the main reasons I jumped at the opportunity to do ‘Truths;’ to provide a safe, anonymous forum where students could not only ask their own questions about sex and their physical urges, but to help others realize they are not so alone’.” Casey folded the paper and grinned down at me. “You do realize you have got to be one of the coolest girls in the world for that admission, don’t you?”
    I shrugged. “Why? Because I said I used to get turned on by seeing a woman naked? Please, everybody does.”
    “Yep, I get turned on by the sight of a naked woman all the time,” Ian agreed.
    I scowled and rolled him off my lap. “I was speaking of being aroused, or at least curious, about someone of the same sex.”
    Casey’s freckly nose wrinkled. “I never have.”
    Ian grinned wide. “I have. In fact, Samuels, I’ve often wondered what your sweet little ass would look like bent over my bed.”
    Casey looked like he had just sucked on a lemon. “Yeah… allow me to clear up the mystery. It’s flat, pasty, and firmly embossed with the words ‘Exit Only,’ thank you.”
    “That had to be a painful process.” I motioned to the paper as Casey joined us on the grass. “Can I see that?”
    Casey handed it over, and Ian scooted in closer to me so we could read it together. “I forgot this was coming out today,” Ian said.
    “Me, too.” I found the story on page three, under the headline of MARS AND VENUS DUKE IT OUT ON THE AIRWAVES. “Ugh, that’s a horrible picture! We were supposed to look serious. Instead we look like we’re ready to tag-team someone.” The photo the staff shutterbug had taken of us standing back-to-back looked like something you’d see on a wrestling commercial, or a tacky reality show.
    “Eh.” Ian shrugged and began reading. A minute later, he sneered. “Oh, that’s just great. Your quote took up half the article, while all I got was ‘In short, we’re