So Sunday, at about three in the morning, Xoi called me back. Neil had crashed at Edmund's place, so I had the dorm to myself.

"Hey." I answered my phone. "You're never going to believe this, but--"

"What did you do in the girls' bathroom?" She demanded, cutting me off.

"There was a crying girl, so I hugged her."

Xoi gave an exasperated sigh. "Well, that girl was Caroline, my roommate. I think she's in love with you."

"Oh, shit." I swore, drawing out the words.

"Yeah, listen to this. I'll put you on speaker and go back into the room. Don't talk. I'll bring up you, and then...Just listen, OK?"

After I assured her that I would, I heard a door open and the phone being set on a table. The sound was bad, but I still understood what they were saying.

"So, tell me again about that guy you met." Xoi said, subtly bringing up the subject.

"He was so handsome, and he was so nice." Caroline said. "And he called Jennifer a bitch, and he had such a nice smile..." She sighed.

Xoi appeared to be dying from suppressing her laughter. "What about Jonathan? I thought you liked him."

"Not anymore. Whats-his-name takes up all of my heart."

Under my initial horror, disgust, and embarrassment, I felt a little hurt. She loved me, or so she said, and yet didn't even know my name?

"His name is Ethan." Xoi filled in.

"Ethan." Caroline repeated. "Ethan." A moment of silence passed, and then she said, "But what about the guy you like, Zoey?"

Xoi turned off her phone before replying. I swore and tried to sleep, exhausted, but it didn't come. Near dawn, however, I finally dozed off and slept until noon.