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for a lifetime of her choosing.
    “There aren’t many concrete jobs in the Art world. And I’ve seen your work the past two years in the introductory courses, and you’re a natural lawyer. If you want my advice…”
    “I don’t. I’ve got to go, I’m late.”
    I storm out of the room and stride into the hall, making it to the double doors within seconds. I push my way out, anxious to get out of the stifling building and into the cool September air. I feel better after a few solid breaths, but when I think of confronting my mom, my steps falter. There’s never been any use arguing with her in the past. And the one about my major is a big one, something I know she’ll refuse to bend on. Times running out, and the decision has to be made this year if I want to graduate on time. Thinking of sitting through another two years of law classes makes my skin itch. How long am I going to let her do this to me? Why can’t I stand up for myself? I direct all my anger back at myself, which feels much better. It doesn’t make me feel as fucking helpless.
    The Fairbanks courtyard is teeming with students finishing their last class for the day and ready to start the weekend. I say hello to a few kids from the dorm as I head to the cafe to grab dinner before heading home to take a shower.
    Halfway there, I spot Indigo walking quickly in the opposite direction. Her head is down and she’s rubbing her hands over her arms as if she’s cold. Unable to help myself, I follow her movements with my eyes. She seems to almost glide across the grass, her every step lithe and graceful. She’s wearing tight jeans and a black tank top, her matching black hair flowing like a flag behind her. Her curves give my heart a severe jolt and I have to jerk myself back to reality when I realize I’ve watched her until she became just a dot in the distance.
    My cell phone vibrates in my pocket, diverting my attention. I see from the screen that it’s Shawn.
    “Hey man,” I answer, reluctantly taking my eyes off Indigo, and heading back toward the cafe.
    “Happy Friday. I got us a pizza, you done for the day?”
    “Yeah, I got to do something quick and then I’ll meet you back at the room.”
    We hang up and five minutes later, I’m surprised to find myself standing in front of the school store, not my mom’s office. I head inside, checking out all the Fairbanks memorabilia. It seems as if every item imaginable was slapped with a school logo and put on display. I wander towards the back and look at the selection of sweatshirts. My eyes land on a black and white zip-up and I scan through the rack, taking out the only XS there is. The pink sweatshirt on the rack over catches my eye, and I stand there debating like someone who has any clue about fashion.
    Deciding on the black one, I make my way toward the front of store to check out. It’s not until I’m standing in line that my brain catches up to me. What the hell are you doing ? I look down at the sweatshirt and wonder how it got there. I don’t even know this girl, so why am I buying her some lame school sweatshirt? I can’t remember a time I even bought a girl dinner. I almost put it back, but the cashier calls me up, and before I know it, my wallets out.
    When she rings me up, I notice she keeps trying to catch my eye smile. It’s obvious she’s looking for an in to a conversation, so I keep my eyes down to avoid it. Nothing about the cat and mouse game I’ve played in the past seems interesting to me now. Grabbing the sweatshirt, I think about her wearing it and my chest swells.
    On the way back to the room, I stuff the bag in the trunk of my car so Shawn won’t see it and ask questions. That’s the last thing I need, because I don’t what the hell kind of answer would come out of my mouth. I’m still pondering my actions when I open the door and see Shawn lounging on his bed, his mouth full of pizza.
    “Sorry, I couldn’t wait,” he says around a mouth full of food.
    I grab a