"You can't register because you still owe $200 from last semester," Lee said. As he punched the keys, I could see the numbers on the computer screen reflected on his glasses.
I reached for the zipper of my purse. "Can I pay it right now?" I asked. As I opened my purse, the zipper snapped off in my hand.
My purse slipped from my grasp, bouncing off his desk and my knee before hitting the ground and releasing its contents all over the floor.
"Damn," I said. I got down on one knee, reaching for a stray tampon that had rolled under his desk. As I got back up, I noticed that Lee had been on the floor right beside me.
"I'm so sorry," I said. "Happens to everyone." He said, and smiled.
He had a beauty mark just above his lips, on the right side. I met his eyes as I eased my way back into the chair. He's adorable.
"So everyone drops a load in your office?" I said. I winced. Why, why, why had I said that?
He leaned back in his chair, grinning. "It's not my office. This is my work study job. It's kind of boring, but..." He went on and on, but I wasn't listening.
"Go out with me." I blurted out. "Okay." he said.
We went to a nearby diner and I made a pig of myself by finishing off dinner with two slices of pie. But I wasn't embarrassed. There was something about Lee that made me feel like I couldn't do a single thing wrong.
We went on lots more dates. Then, we left dating in the dust and were officially "going out." Everything was just fine.
For my birthday, he gave me a purse that fastened shut with a tiny heart-shaped clasp. Inside was a small card that simply read "I love you."
The "I love you" thing was sweet. I guess. I wondered if I loved him. I wondered as I sat in class, as I eyed the cute boy I always saw in the dorm hallway, as I tried to focus on writing a term paper.
A week later, when I got a D on that term paper, I went crying to Lee for sympathy.
"It's no big deal." He said. "You'll do better on the next one."
When, at lunch a few days later, I spilled ketchup all over my new sneakers and Lee failed to so much as hand me a napkin, I stormed off.
As I rounded the corner approaching my dorm room, I spotted Jeremy.
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