“Long enough that I was late to class.”

“You’ll have it memorized in no time and then you’ll be laughing at the newbies getting lost.”

“You’re laughing at us?”

“Of course, we are.” He winks.

“I think I might need to find a group or join something.” I didn’t do a lot of extracurricular activities in high school. I hung out with friends, I attended sporting activities and was always happy to cheer on my school, but there wasn’t anything I cared about enough to dedicate my hours before or after school.

“Why’s that?” Adam asks as he pulls into the parking lot of the apartment complex.

“Everyone here seems to be into something except me. The girls on my hall are great and I’ve met a few people in class, but they’ve all got a clique of people interested in the same things. The girls rushing sororities, the jocks, the nerds… I swear it’s worse than high school.”

He nods. “I guess that’s true. I never thought about it before.”

“That’s because you came to college already in one of those cliques and with an instant group of friends.”

“What about your roommate?”

“Ava’s great, but she has a boyfriend at another college. I get the feeling she’ll be spending a lot of her weekends visiting him or him visiting us.” I scrunch up my nose. “He’s staying with us this weekend.”

“Did you find somewhere else to crash?”

“No. Why? It’s my room too.”

“Ginny, trust me, you need to find someone on your floor who’ll let you stay in their room this weekend. Your dorm room is tiny, and they’re going to be naked and going at it—that sounds hella uncomfortable for everyone. Unless you’re into that sort of thing.” Now he scrunches up his face. “Don’t tell me if you are. I’d like to continue to believe my baby sister is asexual.”

I snort laugh, but then everything he’s saying hits me. “You’re right. I can’t stay there.”

He nods. “There’s always someone leaving on the weekends. Ask around and see who’s heading out of town and will let you crash in their room.”

“This is a thing. Seriously?”

“I lived in a suite, so it wasn’t that big of a deal. I’d just crash on the couch in the living room.”

“Ugh. I should have been a jock. Then I would have a ready-made clique and I wouldn’t be getting kicked out of my own room.”

“You’re welcome to stay at my place.”

“I’ll figure it out.” I appreciate him, but there has to be another option.