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turns over when someone gets a little too excited watching Grey’s Anatomy .
    This popcorn metaphor has gone on long enough.
    I pick up Marie’s favorite decaf chai latte at the campus café and make the short trek to our apartment building just outside the school, looking both ways before I make a run for the elevator.
    I’ve been on Adrian high alert ever since Monday. In fact, I’ve perfected diving into the nearest bush whenever he walks by. The campus landscape architect had to pull me aside and tell me to stop damaging the shrubbery. My tuition dollars paid for it, after all.
    But it’s starting to look like they won’t be paying for next semester’s roses. Between Marie’s quiet simmering and Adrian’s inexplicable affection, I haven’t written a word since Friday afternoon, when the sexy-yet-troubled Jonathan turned into a giant lizard mid-makeout.
    Poor Jonathan. My rut doesn’t feel any less rut-ish and the next time I get my hands on him, he’ll probably turn into a large taco.
    Which Adrian will not be tasting.
    I steal a sip of chai in the elevator before getting off on the third floor and heading to my apartment door, steeling myself for another confrontation with my nonverbal roommate.
    “Oh dearest most excellent and not to mention stupendous best friend, I brought you—” I announce, stepping into the kitchen with a flourish, only to be brought up short. “ Adrian ?”
    “Actually, I brought Adrian.”
    Marie is standing beside her desk, smirking. Most definitely not a good sign. And Adrian King is sitting at our kitchen table. He is also smirking. Being smirked at by the Sex King and my most-recently-furious-now-probably-scheming roommate is not what I wanted from this evening.
    I hold out my cup. “I have a hot chai and I’m not afraid to use it.”
    “I have a hot boy and I’m not afraid to use it,” Marie counters. The first thing she’s said to me all week and I can’t believe it just came out of her mouth.
    “I don’t mind being used, if it’s by the right person.” Adrian’s smirk gets bigger. “Although I resent the use of ‘it’.”
    I point at him with my chai-free hand. “What is it doing here, Marie?”
    “I see,” Adrian muses. “You’ll only do what I don’t want. In that case, I definitely don’t want you to go on a date with me this Friday.”
    I groan. “Marie…”
    “Silence,” she says like a medieval queen. Marie would win the game of thrones, for sure. “Here’s the situation. You’ve told our lovely Mr. King here, whom I’ve spent the afternoon getting to know, my secret. Our secret. The one you swore up and down on with your hand on your favorite burrito that you would keep. Remember that secret?”
    “I’m really really sorry, though, like the most sorry out of all the sorry people—”
    “I know.” She smiles, and her face is the face of evil. I’m now aware how Harry Potter felt when he stared down Voldemort for the first time. Maybe Adrian will lend me his wand… “Which is why I’m going to forgive you. On one condition.”
    “Why do I have the feeling that Adrian has something to do with the condition,” I mumble.
    He leans back in my foldout camping chair that I use as a table seat, munching on an apology cookie that I baked Marie yesterday. “Marie said you made these,” he chokes out. “They’re amazing.”
    My eyes widen. Those cookies could be used as chemical warfare. He must really want that new notch in his bedpost.
    Marie stalks around the table. Business Marie has leveled up, to be known from now on as Evil Business Marie. “Your writing mojo has dried up. Kaput. All gone. Correct?”
    “Correct.” My fingers inch toward my cell, in case I need to call an ambulance for Adrian, who has finished the cookie with a grimace.
    “But we still have a book’s worth of sex scenes to write. Correct?”
    She doesn’t even blush, despite the use of the word ‘sex’ in front of a boy. Adrian really is good at putting