from a few feet away and hopped down in the unoccupied chair beside her at the table. “Hey there stranger.” Quincy casually greeted her with a wide infectious smile. Roxanne looked up from her textbook. “Hi Quincy.” “I’ve been trying to get ahold of you for weeks. Did you change your cell number? I texted you. I called you.” “I lost my phone and all my contacts were in there.” That was a lie, a quick lie to spare his feelings. She had blocked his number along with every other guy’s number in her cell phone. Her cell phone was sitting right there on the table in front of her. She hoped he wouldn’t notice. She hoped he would go on about his business. “I even called Erika. Did she give you all my messages?” “No, I didn’t know you were looking for me?” Quincy’s face contorted. “We were seeing each other. You kind of just disappeared without warning.” “I moved off campus.” “No shit, yeah I know. I went to your dorm. Erika eventually told me you went back home.” “Yep.” Quincy waited for more, an explanation for her sudden leave of absence. “Did I do something?” “No, I just needed a break.” “A break from me?” “Ah, from everybody, everything.” “I thought, you know, you and me were cool. We were doing our thing and then you just disappeared. Did I do something?” “You asked that already.” Roxanne was starting to get highly annoyed. She didn’t like having to explain herself to anyone. She couldn’t tell him the truth. She didn’t want to. A man’s feelings were the least of her worries. “Well did I say something wrong? I don’t even know what I did.” “No Quincy you said nothing. You did nothing.” She rolled her eyes and sighed. She was so done with this entire conversation. “So what’s the deal?” “I’m having some personal family problems. That’s why I haven’t been around much.” “That’s bullshit.” “Well I’m sorry you feel that way.” Roxanne went back to scribbling in her notebook with her pink highlighter. “I miss hanging out. Maybe we could go to a movie tonight and hang out?” “Quincy I really can’t. I’ve got too many things going on.” “The movie could help you get your mind off things, whatever those things are.” “You don’t want to take me to a movie.” “Yeah I do.” Quincy was too baffled to take the brush off she was serving him. “You want to sleep with me.” Roxanne’s eyes glowed with fury. She wasn’t even sure why she was so upset or why she felt the incessant need to direct her anger at Quincy. Quincy looked around to make sure no one overheard Roxanne’s little outburst. Her cold demeanor seriously confused him. He had always treated Roxanne with respect and he sort of thought they were a couple although they never defined their relationship out loud. “What does that mean?” He asked. “I don’t do that anymore.” “Do what? We already had sex plenty of times.” Quincy thought of all the times she initiated the sex. He was now even more confused. “I really did want to see the new Tom Cruise movie.” Roxanne gave Quincy an evil look. It was like she was a completely different person than he remembered. “Yeah right.” “Why are you looking at me like that?” He asked. “Don’t you get it? I don’t want to have anything to do with you.” Quincy looked hurt, angry, damaged and perplexed. There were just too many words to describe his facial expression. “Okay, whatever psycho. You obviously have a major problem.” “Yes and right now it’s you.” Roxanne smirked. “You need to get your mind right. Lose my damn number.” “It’s lost.” Roxanne sneered. Quincy chuckled out loud but was hurt on the inside, deeply wounded. Roxanne was the nicest, sweetest girl he knew. He stood to walk away but couldn’t help but turn back to get the last word. “Oh Roxy you need to cut back on the Cheetos it looks like you put on a few