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Darcy had a new girlfriend, some sweet freshman, who was naïve to his wants. Cora had known what he had wanted, not that she ever gave it to him. Darcy more than likely already had her giving it to him. Cora could only feel pity towards the poor girl.

The fact that Darcy had a new girlfriend did not trouble her. She knew it would happen sooner or later, it always did. What was troubling her most about this situation was that the whole campus had to alert her about the fact. When she felt the buzz of her cell phone go off, she was tempted not to answer it. She picked up only to read the text message, “OMG-just saw D with new gf making out in the caf you are so much prettier”. It took all Cora could do not to throw her phone against the wall. Instead, she slipped it into her book bag and got up to go to class.

Cora had no want to go to class, the weather outside was bitterly cold for South Carolina. The sun was shining and birds were chirping but it was 45 degrees. This type of weather made her homesick for Kansas where snow would fall in the winter. Looking up at the clock, she realized that she had only fifteen minutes to make it across campus to Henson Hall.
Her forensic science class was located across campus from her dorm room; luckily campus was not very large. Though as she walked, she thought it was apparently it was large enough for her to get three new text messages about Darcy and to see him making out under a tree with the new girlfriend. His grey eyes saw her, and he smirked with his eyes as if to say she could have had this. She merely waved and smiled broadly. She was not playing this game anymore; she was twenty years old for crying out loud and a junior.

Cora climbed the twenty-two stairs to the top of the science building and went through the double doors to the large lecture hall. Cora was a nursing major with the ability to also be pre-med. She was use to seeing the same faces within her major so she was a bit surprised to see many new faces within this class.

Cora let her eyes search for her normal seat which was in the front row on the far side of the room. She was startled not to find it empty. No, sitting in her seat was the handsome stranger from the bar. She quickly diverted her eyes as not to seem like she was staring. Cora took the empty seat beside him. She needed to think of a way to introduce herself without seeming weird. She took out her spiral notebook and began to look thru her bag for a pencil or pen when an idea came to her.

“Do you have a pen?” she asked, smiling, “I’m Cora McDonald by the way.”