Excerpt 
“I don’t know, Jay. I don’t have anything concrete. It’s just a feeling I get when I’m with him lately,” said Jeanine. She was talking on the phone with her childhood friend.
“Maybe it’s because you’re coming up on the end of the spring semester,” Jay replied.
“I hope that’s why. I wish I didn’t keep getting this sense of impending doom.”
“Aren’t we having an episode of the dramatic.”
Jeanine smiled. “I always wondered what it felt like to be a drama queen.”
Jay laughed. “You’re the wrong sex, Jeanine.”
“How am I the wrong sex?” Jeanine hadn’t heard that as being strictly a gay term.
“I always considered that term as something used on any guy who overreacted to something. I could be wrong. Anyway, if he leaves you, he obviously wasn’t the right guy for you.”
“You say that about all my boyfriends.”
“Yeah, well I know you. I know what you deserve.”
“Always looking out for me, Jay, aren’t you? One of these days, you’ll actually approve of who I’m seeing.”
“So, you’re planning on someone else?”
She rolled her eyes. “You know what I meant.” She could imagine the smirk on his face.
“Yeah, I know. I just couldn’t resist. So when are you coming home?”
“Next week.”
“Need me to pick you up?”
“My bus arrives at midnight.”
“And?”
“I didn’t want to put you out.”
“Come on, Jeanine. We’ve known each other how long?”
“Since we put down our bottles, I know. Thanks, Jay. I really appreciate it.”
“No problem. See you next week.”
Jeanine hung up. She sat in the coffee shop reflecting on the few boyfriends she’d had in high school. Jay had never really liked them. It was surprising they could be such close friends when he wasn’t supportive. In fact, he only seemed to tolerate her current boyfriend, Aaron, but that might have been because Jay knew she really liked him.
That got her thinking about the recent times she’d spent with Aaron. She couldn’t put her finger on anything, though, except that when they would walk around campus, he seemed a tad aloof—distracted. In the eyes of her friends, they were still considered the ideal couple.
Jeanine walked back to her room still thinking about Aaron. Maybe I’m just being paranoid. I mean, it is finals week. But she’d had that sense for the last two months. She knew he could have any girl he wanted. At an even six feet tall, he was extremely attractive. He worked out at the gym three times a week. His abs attested to his disciplined exercise program. His muscular arms and firm buttocks also gave that credence. His wavy, blond hair accented his clean-shaven features which he augmented with frequent trips to the tanning booth.
The strange feeling she had didn’t include another girl, however. That was why she was so confused. Competition would at least make sense, but he never looked at another girl—at least not when she was with him. After all, she had come down here with him when he got his scholarship. Granted, the Indiana Institute of Technology didn’t carry her first choice in major, but it had a solid business curriculum. And they were together most of the time, especially since they chose to stay in the college dorms to save money—much to her parents’ delight.