I remembered she had once told me she hated if we walked behind her as it made her feel like a Mother Duck. Jeanette smirked and waited for people capture up. “It’s the caf, Jeanette, it’s not like we’re hoping to get a table in a five-star restaurant,” Seth quipped. “Would all of you hustle already? It’s almost noon and I wanna beat the rush.” Jeannette, who had been walking slightly in advance of us, suddenly turned around and stopped, perching a wonderfully manicured hand onto her hip. But thank you for pointing that out,” I said, jabbing my forefinger into his ribs. Sometimes I would walk around campus and smell it and immediately imagine Seth. It was much more of an all natural, musky scent. It wasn’t just like the expensive cologne most Cranford boys wore. Even though he only agreed to be as dirty and unshowered as I was, he still stood a distinct, clean scent hanging on him. “You appear to be hell, Clo,” Seth said, draping a lanky arm across my shoulders. I had planned to change, afraid I still reeked of vomit, but I was so weak that I had only had enough energy to splash cold water on my face and brush my teeth. Smith cafeteria, Brett and I still clad in your clothes through the night before. We walked across campus on the Barbara L. I looked over him, but quickly turned my glance away. He stretched, his olive skin glowing in the sunlight that streamed in. Seth threw the pillow back at her and got up from her desk. “I said ‘let’s head to brunch! God, that stupid computer game is causing you to brain-dead.” Jeannette grabbed a hot pink throw pillow from the bed and hurled it at him. “Maybe you will need something with your stomach.” She turned to Seth. My head felt like I’d slept on the cinderblock. Her blonde hair was wet, and a few drops of water sprinkled onto my rumpled clothing. “Morning’ my little lightweight!” Jeanette hopped away from Seth’s lap and came over to kiss me for the cheek. Both of their heads swiveled during my direction when Jeanette’s bed creaked as I swung my legs within the side. Jeanette was located on Seth’s lap because he focused on what seemed like a pc game. That morning after I’d gotten sick and puked my guts outside in the lavatory, I’d woken up and Jeanette and Seth were sitting at Jeanette’s desk facing her computer. Seth lived across campus in Wynnewood, but spent almost all of his period in our room, especially after coming back home drunk from parties. Sophomore year, we were permitted to choose roommates, so Jeanette and I had chosen being roommates in Lawly, the upperclassmen suites. I saw little of my roommate and barely spoke with her, so when I wasn’t in class or doing homework, I was tagging in addition to Jeanette and Seth to a frat or house party. Coming to Cranford University was their ticket beyond White Suburbia, U.S.A.ĭuring freshman year at Cranford, Jeanette and Seth and I were all lived in Zimmerman Hall, the only coed freshman dorm. Her and Seth were both from Connecticut, but couldn’t stand the homogeneity of New England. But now that we were sophomores, our friendship had grown closer and that we were an inseparable trio. When her and Seth learned that I wasn’t Arab, that I was a mutt, I suddenly became their token exotic friend that they’d boast like I were a bit of jewelry.
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