The next afternoon I had my Macroeconomics class with the redhead from Jessica and Teresa's lobby. She was a junior named Vicky. By the time I introduced myself, she already knew who I was. Thanks to Candice, she knew a lot about me. Unlike Candice, she also knew I was already seeing Jessica. Vicky was the one who really clued me in about the gossipy nature of so many women on the campus.
She leaned in and softly said, "Look, I would love to talk to you, but people are already staring at us. I have a boyfriend back home, and a lot of people know me. Mind if I drop by your room in, say, an hour so we can talk?"
I looked at my watch and nodded. "That should give me time to get something to eat," I replied.
Then she shook my hand and took a step back. In a voice that carried across the cla
