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Quinn's POV

I thought that maybe, after the dinner we'd shared, I might see more of the elusive girl who lived across the hall, and I suppose I'd seen more of her this week than I had the week before, but it was still just in passing, though we had small conversations now, not just polite salutations.

Friday, I'd taken to knocking on Spencer's door, hoping maybe she'd want to share dinner with me again. I remember wondering if Spencer would think I was hitting on her, and I wondered if I was. What I remember most though, was the crushing pain and reality check caused when the door opened once more to reveal a shirtless Toby. It had made me very aware of just how often he was probably going to be there. In fact, I wasn't sure he had even left, though I hadn't seen him since the dinner.

I had abandoned my dinner idea and simply asked Spencer, who had come to the door, once again in what looked to be Toby's shirt, after exchanging what were, to me, meaningless pleasantries, if I could use her microwave. I'd realized once I'd said it that it was probably a bad idea. She'd helped me set up my room, so she knew I had my own, but to my immense relief, she'd said nothing about it, only giving me a skeptical look before saying 'of course' and I'd run back to my room to grab a microwavable meal.

I had stayed in my room the rest of the weekend, so afraid of running into Spencer and Toby together, but now it was Monday, and I had classes today, so not leaving my room was no longer a viable option. I sighed as I rolled out of bed, resigning myself to the realities of life.

I hopped in the shower, letting the hot water wash over me, hoping for some relief from my thoughts, but to no avail.

What was I thinking? I already knew Spencer had a boyfriend. It's not like she's into girls anyway. Plus Toby seemed really nice, why would I want to ruin their relationship? Not that I could. Let's be honest, even if Spencer was single and liked girls, I didn't stand a chance. Spencer seems to get the best of everything, and I wouldn't meet that criteria.

As I got out of the shower and wrapped my towel around me, I had come up with a plan: Connect with people on campus to make friends, probably within the drama department for starters, and stay away from Spencer where possible.

Spencer's POV

I woke up feeling lonely and guilty. I felt lonely because it was the first morning in over a week that Toby wasn't here holding me when I woke up. I felt guilty because when I woke up with no arms around me, it wasn't Toby's arms around me that I craved; instead I had been wishing to know the feeling of waking up in the arms of the vivacious blonde I had met my first day here.

Over the past week, I found it was easy to push my thoughts and feelings to the back of my mind when Toby was around. I could melt into him, and the world was gone. But whenever he wasn't around, my thoughts were swirling around Quinn and everything I knew about her, and everything I wished I knew about her, and what it might be like to feel more than just the touch of her leg against mine.

I knew it was wrong. I love Toby, but I couldn't seem to stop these thoughts from crossing my mind. And once they were there, it was nearly impossible to rid myself of them.

And now Toby was gone. And I wanted nothing more than to talk to her again, to see her porcelain-skinned face, her beautiful blonde locks, her eyes shining at me as if they were emeralds lying in the sunlight. I wanted to feel her again, even if it was only the slight brush of her leg against mine.

No, I needed to control myself. I took a cold shower, trying to wash away all the impure thoughts from my guttered mind.

I found myself, when I went to get dressed, trying to figure out what Quinn might like me in if she saw me. My problem was, aside from the fact that I shouldn't be trying to figure this out anyway, that I hadn't a clue what she might like, let alone what she might like on me, not that she would really notice if she saw me.

I ended up throwing on a denim mini-skirt, black leggings, one of my many white button-down shirts, and a standard black tie and matching blazer.

I had lots of time to kill before class, and I had a burning desire, no, need, to at least see Quinn. Plus, I had a feeling that she wanted to talk to me on Friday, but seeing Toby again may have thrown her off. She probably didn't want to interrupt my time with him, which I thought was sweet of her. Maybe, we could talk about what she wanted to talk about on Friday over breakfast? Breakfast sounds like an excellent idea.

I walked into the hallway, and was about to knock on her door, when I froze.

What if she doesn't want to eat? What if she's already eaten? What if she doesn't do breakfast? What if she doesn't want to talk anymore? What if she really did just want to use the microwave on Friday? Maybe her microwave wasn't working. What if she just doesn't want to see me? What if she's still sleeping? What if she's already gone? Maybe she has class right now. No, she couldn't, it's too early for classes. What if she's not even there? What if there's someone in there with her?

The possibilities were endless, I suppose, but eventually, and by that I mean after probably five minutes of staring at her door, I worked up the nerve to knock.

It didn't take her long to open the door, but of all the possibilities I had worked up in my head, I was unprepared for the reality that had just set in.

In front of me, holding open the door, was, to my guttered mind's absolute delight, Quinn dressed in only a towel, and, it seemed a small one at that.

Quinn seemed genuinely shocked to see me at her door, so much so, that I think she almost dropped her towel.

My eyes wandered up and down her body, paying particular attention to any and all revealed flesh, and attempting to visualize the rest. I didn't even realize how long I'd been checking her out.

"Spencer," Quinn finally said, grabbing my attention, getting my eyes to return to her now bright red face.

"Oh, right, sorry," I said, though I wasn't that sorry, "I, uh, didn't mean to… I was just wondering if you wanted to grab some breakfast?"

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