“Speak for yourself,” Julie said. “I had my last final today, and I am a free woman for the summer. Tonight I plan to find a guy who will make me forget all about molecular biology.”

Julie was on the pre-med track with plans to apply to medical school next year, but it was no secret she hated it. Her true love was designing clothes, but she said that was just a hobby, not a career. Or maybe that was her parents speaking. I was never sure.

She nudged me with her elbow. “And you should talk to Jared.”

“What?” I nearly dropped my drink. “No!”

“Seriously, you’ve been undressing him with your eyes all night. Make a move already.”

“I have not been undressing him!” The words came out way too loud, and the people next to us glanced over. Even Carla looked up at me with raised eyebrows, like she didn’t believe my protest. I flushed and lowered my voice. “It doesn’t matter. He’s a total player, and besides he’d never go for someone like me anyway.”

“Why not?” Carla asked. “You’re beautiful and smart, and you play guitar, too. That already puts you ahead of these other girls.”

“I don’t really play guitar. I mean, I do, but only for you two…”

“Hey, you don’t have to marry the guy,” Julie added. “Just go talk to him. Have some fun.”

“Or ask Kyle to set you up,” Carla said.

“No. Definitely not.” There was no way I’d ask Kyle to hook me up with his older brother. Ick.

“Fine, but you have to do something about this,” Julie said. “You’re practically obsessed with the guy.”

Carla gave me a sympathetic smile. “You do listen to his music a lot…”

I hated when they ganged up on me like this. “Hang on, just because I think he’s talented—”

“And hot,” Julie butted in.

“And because I like his band’s music doesn’t mean I’m ‘obsessed’ with him.”

Julie rolled her eyes. “Fine, then let’s find you another guy to get your mind off him. How long has it been since you got laid?”

I rubbed a hand across my face, more than ready to go home now. “I don’t know.”

“When did you break up with Chad? Six months ago?”

“Something like that,” I muttered, hoping she’d drop it already. Chad was a communications major who said “dude” too much and spent most of his time at the beach. He’d been easy on the eyes and pretty good in bed, but he didn’t get me at all. The final straw had been when he’d bailed on one of my big recitals to go drinking with some friends. Music was my life, and if he couldn’t understand that, then there was no point dating him anymore.