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shower,” I say, fumbling to grab my robe and shower caddy before I cry in front of Jessa. I should have known he was like all the others. I didn’t let him sleep with me last night so he found someone else, most likely that Kara girl from Aces.
    After my shower, Brady is washed off my body. I will no longer let him fill my head with his words, or my heart with his songs. I have to admit he played me well. At least I never acted like I wanted more than their body when I only wanted sex from someone.
    Jessa is asleep when I get back in the room. She is so much braver than me to share her story. She brought up going to a therapist and I wonder if that is what I should do. My parents said it would do us no good and we didn’t need to reveal our dirty secrets to strangers. I can’t help but think that me sleeping with every male at Drayton wasn’t exactly dealing with it.
    I quietly get dressed and pull my wet hair back in a bun. I grab my messenger bag and sling it over my shoulder. I stop by the cafeteria to grab an apple and yogurt before heading to the library. As it’s Saturday, the library is vacant of people, making me hopeful that the sixth floor will be unoccupied today. I try to shrug off the memory of Brady when I get to the elevators.
    When I get to the sixth floor, there is no one around except the librarian assistant down the hall, making me happy to have a quiet place to concentrate on my Algebra. I put my bag down and pull out my book. I take my ear buds out since I need all the attention I have to absorb this information.
    Going back and forth between the problems I have to solve, I shove my notebook across the desk and rest my head on the table. This is beyond me and I feel like such a major idiot that I cannot understand it. I really should have investigated the different colleges to make sure a year of math wasn’t a mandatory requirement for Psychology majors.
    “What? No music today?” Grant stands next to me, grabbing the notebook before it falls to the ground. He is wearing a pair of running pants with a matching jacket. I wonder how he ended up here at Western; he would have fit in at Drayton, no problem.
    “No, I need to focus, but it’s not working,” I whine.
    He looks at the notebook. “If you’re a senior, why are you taking Algebra 101?”
    “My last school didn’t have a requirement of math for psych majors. Since I transferred, I have to fulfill this year of math if I want to graduate,” I admit, embarrassed.
    “Do you want some help?” He motions to the empty seat. I’m pleased he asks permission this time.
    “If you can get me to understand this, I will buy you lunch.”
    “Deal,” Grant agrees and sits down across from me. He takes my book and notebook, reading the instructions.
    An hour and a half later, Grant has done the impossible. I actually semi-understand what he is talking about, even solving the problems on my own.
    “Now you owe me lunch.” He stands up, going for his bag.
    “Yes I do. Thank you, Grant. You are a lifesaver.” I pack up my bag, slinging it over my shoulder.
    “Can I talk you into dinner instead? My treat, of course,” he requests.
    “Sorry I can’t, but we can head over to the Student Center now if you want.”
    “I will take what I can get,” he agrees.
    Grant and I take the elevator down and it’s empty of Brady when the doors open on the main level. I walk with him across the courtyard to the Student Center. We grab a couple of sub sandwiches and sodas and sit down at a table. Just like Brady, Grant doesn’t let me pay. I find out that he is a senior business major and is in a fraternity.
    “Do you mind if I ask you a personal question?” Grant takes a sip of his soda, glancing over to me.
    “Depends. What is your question?” I ask, hesitant to talk about my personal life.
    “How come you didn’t ask Brady for help in math?”
    “Um…I don’t know. Why would I?”
    “Don’t you know?” He looks at me, surprised. “I