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far as I could, trying to catch it before it rolled too far; but when it was almost in my reach, I started to slip from the chair.
    Oh, no. This is going to be embarrassing.
    One cheek slipped from the edge of the chair, before the rest of my body followed suit. I braced myself for the impact of my body colliding with the floor—but it never came. All I felt was two large hands sliding under me and catching me mere inches from the floor.
    And I’m so embarrassed that I don’t even want to look up at the person who was now cradling me like a small child. Only after I heard his voice did I raise my head.
    “That could have been bad,” A deep voice lightly chuckled.
    With me still in his arms, I could feel the vibrations from his chest as he laughed. It also reminded me that I was being held by a stranger … making the whole situation completely awkward. Finally turning to face him, I was met with his gorgeous eyes. They were so blue and clear, I almost questioned if they were even his real color, or if he was wearing colored contacts.
    People had always told me my eyes were beautiful and unique. While their golden honey color was not very common, I hated them. They served as a reminder of what he did to me, to us. I had contemplated colored contacts for myself from time to time, but contacts would not change the fact that I had his eyes.
    Realizing I was still in this guy’s arms, I untangled my body from his hold and hurried to stand. Who just lets some stranger hold them for an unknown amount of time like that? Oh yeah, that’s right, me! Because obviously I’m all kinds of weird like that.
    When we were both vertical, he held out his hand to me. “My name’s Nate, by the way.”
    I tentatively reached out my hand to shake his, and take a good look at him. He’s extremely good looking—as are most the boys I’ve met here so far. What, did I sign up to go to Abercrombie College, and didn’t know it? Sheesh. How was it possible that every guy here looked like he just stepped right out of a GQ magazine? Perfect hair, perfect teeth, and perfect clothes. This was beginning to be just a tad bit ridiculous.
    “Kelsey.” I nodded.
    Completely mortified, I began to collect my things and throw them back into my bag. When I finally took my seat again, I buried my face in my hands to hide my embarrassment and sent up a silent prayer that this class would pass quickly.
    I slowly lowered my hands to the desk when I felt a light tap on my shoulder, and turned to find Nate standing there—with a tampon in his hand. At first I’m a little taken aback, not really understanding why he would be holding a tampon … and then I feel my heart drop to my stomach when I realize it’s the same brand I use.
    Fuck my life.
    Clearing his throat, he leaned down close to whisper in my ear, “I believe this belongs to you.”
    Really? Is this really happening right now? What is my deal today? Are the Gods out to get me and curse me as ‘the girl who would forever go around doing embarrassing shit and making a fool of herself in front of good looking men’ for the rest of my life?
    Well, it couldn’t get any worse. Might as well suck it up and get it over with. I mean, what else did I have to lose? The man was standing there holding my tampon, after all.
    “Thanks,” I said as I retrieved the tampon from his hand, dropping it into my bag. I was never going to live this down. I just knew it. “And thanks for, um, catching me,” I added.
    “Not a problem.” He smiled. He had a nice smile. I bet money it had taken years of orthodontist’s appointments to get a smile like that.
    “So, you’re not from around here are you?” he questioned. Obviously, he was trying to change the subject away from the fiasco that was my life.
    “No, I’m not. I’m actually from a town a few hours away. My best friend Jessi and I dorm over in Hager.”
    “Nice. That’s one of the nicer dorms here.” He winked.
    “So, is this your first