red rover, red rover, send andrea over. i was in the gym, sweating away hours of lecture this morning, when he came over to talk to me. he's one of those destined-to-break-hearts guys, dark hair, big muscles, white teeth. even just one week through classes, the cliques have started forming. alfredo, talking to me on the eliptical machine. doug and justin, lifting near by. kevin, standing by the water fountain. the muscle/abercrombie clique. i'd heard second-hand about a thing going on at doug's before the frat party tonight. i wasn't planning on going. but with alfredo as clique ambassador, i apparently scored myself an invitation to doug's tonight. an invitation, essentially, to join the club. i felt wanted and beautiful, self-conscious and confident at the same time. maybe in gut-level emotions, i'm still fifteen-years-old, wondering if anyone will want to get to know me, and feeling reassured that they will. it's the little silly stuff that makes the difference, sometimes.