"Is this seat taken?"

Trent looked up to see a beautiful blonde with long, straight hair and a gorgeous smile standing next to him, a full tray in her hands. "Uh, no." She reminded him of Bree--sort of. She wasn't quite as pretty as his friend, but the hair was similar, and she had a nice smile.

"Thanks. It's crowded in here."

Trent looked around the cafeteria. Apparently, he had picked a busy time to swing by for lunch. Normally, he had an accounting class right now, but the professor was sick. "Guess so."

She set her tray down and waved across the way at a brunette who gave her a thumbs up. "You don't mind if my friend sits here, too, do you? All the other tables are really crowded. I'm sorry--it looks like you were trying to read or something."

Dropping his phone into his jacket he assured her it was fine. "I was just on social media."

"Oh. Cool." She sat down. "I'm Heather, by the way."

"Trent. Nice to meet you."

"Yeah, I think I've seen you around. Do you live in Dowdy Hall?"

It was a men's only dorm, so he wondered how she

"My ex-boyfriend lives there."

"I see. Sorry."

and took a bite of her sandwich before she said, "He's an

then, I'm not

you seeing

He'd sent a text or two as well. It had occurred to him that maybe she'd changed her number since high school, but he wasn't sure who to ask about that, and it seemed weird to contact

was sweet, and he got the impression she wanted him to

* * *

theater next to Sam, wishing the movie wasn't so long. It was only their second date, but she would've much rather spent the time talking to him than watching

was on purpose. Sam was a great guy. Nice, funny, and a wonderful musician. Why she'd never noticed before that night in the student lounge a few weeks ago, she wasn't sure. They'd talked for hours and ended up having a jam session that brought out a lot of other

weren't meant to be together. It brought tears to Bree's eyes, but she fought them off. That's how it was with her and Trent. It didn't matter that

whispered in

moved against him. He smelled

that text to Trent that his number had changed. When she'd talked to Christy about everything that happened at the cabin, her friend had asked if she'd spoken to him, and she said she'd sent him a text, and he pretended like he didn't know who she was. So, at least that wasn't the case. But she hadn't tried again since she'd gotten his new number. If he wanted to

social media anymore, though. With his last girlfriend, she'd unfriended him. She just couldn't see pictures of the two of them together. If he ever asked, she'd say she had no idea what had happened, but he hadn't sent her a friend

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