Chapter 4

The five of us had arranged to take all the same electives this year, to maximize the time we spent together. So, twice per week, we’d meet at the campus café, and carry on together to learn about Sustainability in the 21stCentury. We took up the entire back row of the little lecture hall and helped one another stay awake for the hundred and fifty minutes of straight lecturing.

After class that morning, we split up. Heather dragged Jeremy off for whatever it was straight couples did just before lunch; Scott, Min, and I set off for our dorm hall.

There was bad news waiting for me when I got back. The dickwad of a dorm don, Danny—hey, I didn’t make up that alliteration; it’s all just true stuff—was loitering outside my door, perking up when he saw us come out of the stairwell.

“Bondi,” he barked—that’s me, by the way; well, my last name, at least.

“What’s up, Danny?” I said, knowing what it was he held between his meaty linebacker fingers.