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legs. Most likely the latter.
    “Earth to Parker.”
    Parker pried his eyes away from a tan blonde with a low cut top. “What? Yeah, I heard you.”
    “And…?” Ben said.
    “And…nothing. We’ll probably pass twenty more blondes on the way to class. Just pick one.”
    He wasn’t entirely wrong. A few seconds later another cute girl walked by and Parker nearly tripped as he jerked his head around. Parker looked over at Ben with raised eyebrows. “See what I mean? Why are you so hung up on this girl anyways? You talked to her for what, a few minutes?”
    “I don’t know man, it’s…it’s …she was just like gravity.”
    “Gravity?”
    “I don’t know how else to describe it. I just feel this pull.”
    “Holy shit man, you sound like Nicholas Sparks.”
    “Who?” Ben asked.
    “Nicholas Sparks. You know, The Notebook , The Last Song , The Longest Ride …” Parker stopped talking when he saw Ben laughing.
    “Do you like to get in your jammies with a bowl of ice cream and cuddle with your cat while you read love stories?”
    “Sometimes I hate you.”
    “I’m picturing it now. It’s so cute,” Ben joked.
    The sidewalk forked to the right and Ben turned towards McCarty Hall. “See you at practice?” Ben asked.
    “Unfortunately,” Parker said
    Ben kept walking towards Carleton Auditorium, but all he could think about was Casey Taylor.

4
    Camouflage
     
    April 2, 2015
     
    By the time he got there, all the lights were turned off in the auditorium full of about four hundred students. He found an empty spot towards the back left. Looking around, he noticed half of the students were at least making an attempt to watch the video about camouflage among animals in nature. The other half were either scrolling mindlessly through Instagram or drooling on their backpack as they slept. Wildlife Studies was probably the stupidest class in the history of college classes.
    Everyone took it because it satisfied three of the required six “B” credits, which stood for biological studies. Most people think that colleges make some freshman classes difficult to weed out those who can’t cut it. The opposite is actually true. They make some classes so incredibly easy to weed out those who would be better off not wasting the best four years of their life learning about camouflaged frogs.
    He tried to join some of the other students and pulled up Instagram on his phone. When Parker had found out Ben wasn’t on social media, he set up Ben’s Instagram and Facebook. Apparently those are must haves for looking up hot girls you meet—and to give Parker credit, as soon as his account went active, he quickly racked up hundreds of followers, most of them girls. Still, he thought back to all the stupid stuff Parker did. He couldn’t believe he was actually following advice from a guy who once ran a race with two left shoes.
    He started to type her name into the search field, but the kid next to him hit Ben’s arm with a stack of papers. Ben looked over at the kid, a little confused.
    “Take one and pass it on, man.”
    Ben grabbed the stack, taking the top sheet off before passing the stack to the girl on his left. He looked down at the paper in front of him, focusing on the bold black letters at the top of the page that read “QUIZ.”
    Shit.
    For a moment he was a little nervous. Then he read the first question.
    “Animals use camouflage in the wild as a defense mechanism. True or False?”
    Like I was saying, weed out class.

5
    Facebook
     
    April 2, 2015
     
    Parker unlocked the door to their dorm room, and Ben walked in behind him.
    “I can’t believe we’re still talking about this girl,” Parker said.
    “Just help me look for like ten minutes. If she’s not on Facebook or Instagram or whatever other social media crap you have on your phone, then I’ll stop talking about her. Deal?”
    Parker thought about it for a minute. “No.”
    “No? Seriously?”
    Parker tossed his backpack on the floor and it