"You didn't sleep with him??" Cami asked.

She hadn't believed me when I told her that Josh and I just stayed up all night talking.

"Nope," I agree.

"You didn't even kiss?" she asked for the third time.

"Nope," I repeated.

"Boring," she huffed as she flopped back onto the couch.

It wasn't boring, it was perfect. I had a great night and Josh assured me that he did too.

"Is that his varsity jacket?" Cami asked suddenly, sitting up straight.

I look down, realizing that I was, in fact, wearing Josh Miller's capitan varsity jacket. "I guess so," I agreed.

"He likes you," she told me.

"Ha ha," I laughed sarcastically. But something in me wanted it to be true, "What gives you that impression?"

"The jacket thing is such a move!"

"A move?" I asked, unconvinced.

"Yeah," Cami said as if she was knowledgeable. "He let you keep the jacket, he wants to see you again and the only sure fire way is to make you return his jacket to him."

"He probably just forgot that I was wearing it," I said sensibly.

"Even if he did," she continues. "Never in the history of Yale Gossip has Josh given a girl his varsity jacket."

"You've been watching too many movies," I told her as I crossed the apartment to my room. "I need a nap, we can talk about this later."

I left an unhappy Cami alone in the living room. My clock read 7:30. Thank god there were no classes on Sundays or else I would fall asleep during them. As I plug my phone into charge while I slept, it lit up with three notifications. @cooperjcool followed you on instagram, @dfisher71 followed you on instagram, and finally @jmiller46 followed you on instagram.

I immediately followed them all back, finding that Danny had a private account, I requested to follow. I scrolled through Josh's instagram for longer than I would like to admit. He had quite a few shirtless photos that drooled over very briefly. I kept scrolling until I fell into a deep sleep.

My alarm blasted me awake. I checked my clock and it read 5:30am. I slept the entire day yesterday. Well, one could not find a better use for her time than napping. I got ready for class. I put on a green sweatshirt and some light wash jeans.

I leave my hair in the waves that it was naturally in. I grabbed my bag that held my laptop, my papers, and my other school supplies. I put on my trusty keds and I left a note for a sleeping Cami that said that I went to my Monday morning English class. It was only a few minutes away and I got to class with only a few moments to spare. Half of the class hadn't filled up. I suppose that people were less eager to make a good impression on the teacher during the second week of school.

"Hey Dawson," Cooper said as he sat in the seat beside me.

I had to admit that I was a little bit surprised by this action. There were still plenty of empty seats around us in the lecture hall, and he chose to sit beside me. This did earn me a glare from a few of the girls that had been eyeing him.

"Hi," I said. I returned my attention to booting up my computer.

"So," Cooper said. I look over at him and he has nothing taken out. His feet are on the chairs in front of us as if he owns the place. "You and Josh..."

"Josh and I what?" I asked.

"What happened on Saturday night?" he asked.

So Josh hadn't told his friends what happened on Saturday night. Nothing happened on Saturday night, so there was nothing to tell.

"Nothing happened," I said as if it were obvious.

"You won't tell me and he won't tell me," Cooper whined. "What's the point of having a best friend if he won't tell me what happens with girls?"

I shook my head bemusedly as I directed my attention to the professor who had just walked in. We sat through a dreadfully boring lecture about plagiarism, which clearly did not apply to any of the papers that we had written because they were specifically about the people in this room, but nobody dared to point that out.

He finally wrapped up the lesson and everyone started to pack up. "Wait!" Professor Dallon called out. The rustling stopped and everyone directed their attention back to the professor. "I am the advisor for the school newspaper and anyone who is willing to become a part of our organization will receive extra credit in this course!"

I didn't need the extra credit, so I continued to pack.

"It will be a great opportunity to do some networking!" he called out as people started to leave and he lost his audience.

Networking.

If I wanted to be a writer I needed to do some networking. Besides, I had a lot of time on my hands. I had completed a lot of my necessary courses before my senior year so I was left with a bare bones schedule.

"I need extra credit," Cooper admitted to me.

I hadn't realized that I had been staring off into space over his shoulder. I didn't want to sound like a jerk and say that I didn't need the extra credit, so I just nodded. "I think that I am going to apply as well," I told him.

"Thank god," he said. I did not want to do it alone, either. He grabbed my hand and pulled me down to the front where Mr Dallon was stacking up some papers.

"Where do we apply for the newspaper?" Cooper asked confidently.

"You want to write for the newspaper?" Professor Dallon asked, unsure as he stared right at Cooper.

Cooper did not seem deterred in the slightest by his professors' blatant disfaith in his writing abilities. "I am a photography major," Cooper informed him, without a hint of the bitterness that would have coated my voice. "I want to take photos for the paper and still get extra credit for this class."

"I am sure that can be arranged," he said, with a tinge of relief in his voice. He must be more desperate for newspaper staff than I had originally thought. "And you Miss Dawson?"

"I am interested in writing for the paper," I told him.

An echo of a smile took over his face, "That would be great." He looked back to both Cooper and I, "Stop by the editing office and our head editor will surely put you to work, tell Malory that I sent you personally."

"Will do," Cooper said with the confidence of someone who had not just been told by his professor that his writing sucked. We walked back up the steps, collected our stuff and left the lecture hall.

"What are you doing right now?" Cooper asked.

"Nothing, I guess," I told him as we opened the door and the fresh, early fall, New Haven air and sun hit us.

"Then let's go to the editor's office," Cooper said.

"Okay," I agreed. I had nothing better to do and going by myself later didn't sound appealing. I would probably decide that it wasn't worth my time, or I would chicken out.

Cooper led me to a path on the left and a few moments passed, before I realized that I should ask one important question, "Do you know where we are going?" I asked.

"Yeah," he said with a laugh. "I used to know the old senior editor," he told me in a way that implied he more than knew the old senior editor.

"Okay," I sighed exasperatedly. After a few more minutes of walking he led me up the stairs to a smaller, newer looking building.

We got into an elevator and Cooper pressed the number 3. The floors slowly ticked up until they opened on a scene of utter chaos. The smell of stale coffee hung in the air and I was overwhelmed by what was happening before me. There were two long rows of desks that faced each other making an aisle between them. Most of them were cluttered with endless amounts of papers and coffee cups. There were two computers, one phone, and two chairs at every desk. Filing cabinets lined the windows and were next to some desks. The people were calling out to each other, phones were ringing, and nobody was standing in one place for too long.

"Come on," Cooper encouraged me. He grabbed my elbow and pulled me around some desks and to a large door on the left wall. The plaque on it read MALLORY CHEN. Cooper knocked on the door.

"Come in!" A feminine voice called out from behind it. Cooper swung the door open and we both entered it. The scene was much more calm. Almost everything in the room looked like it belonged in a fifty year old man's study in a movie. The girl behind the desk looked a bit out of place, but the way that she lifted her glasses off of the tip of her nose and onto her head to look at us with impatient eyes, made me feel as though she had earned the right to sit in the chair.

The girl in the chair was beautiful. She was asian with dark hair that was pulled into a loose ponytail that hung behind her back. She had full pink lips and flawless skin. She was dressed professionally, but chic-ly. I could not see from her waist down, but I was willing to bet that she was tall. Her eyeliner was also to die for, but now wasn't the time for oggoling strangers.

"Can I help you?" she snapped.

"Yes," Cooper said. He said that charming smile before he continued. "We are looking to join the newspaper."

She snorted. "You can't just join the newspaper on a whim." He returned to looking at her papers.

"My name is Lilianna Daswon," I cut in, before Cooper could say anything else in his defense. "And this is Cooper Johnson. We were sent here by Professor Dallon."

Mallory looked back up at us. "Professor Dallon?"

"Yes," I confirm.

She sighs before looking at us again, assessingly. "Okay, but only because we need more people on staff."

"It looked pretty busy out there to me," Cooper said.

"We have about half as many people as we had last year," Mallory informed him. Cooper found it best to stay quiet after that.

"All of my photographers are already paired up with writers," she said as she internally debated something with herself. "I might be able to get two of them to work double time... for free," she sounded as if she did not actually believe that she could accomplish this.

"I'm the only writer," I told her. "Cooper's a photography major."

"Wonderful. You both are partners now," she decided. "Let me check what we still have to write for the September issue. She scrolled on her computer for a second.

"I still need a sports writer and a science writer," she told him. She looked at us expecting an answer.

"We'll take sports," Cooper decided for us.

"Great," she said. "Nobody actually cares about the science section anyways." She looked back at us and then eyed Cooper suspiciously. "Do you play a sport?"

"I'm on the hockey team," Cooper brags.

"Impressive," Mallory said in a way that indicated that she was in no way impressed. "Well, like I said, we are understaffed. So I will need the two of you to attend two games/matches/meets a month and give me a write up about it. Interviews are ideal. Do not only go to hockey games because he is a part of the hockey team."

"Yes ma'am," Cooper said.

Mallory rolled her eyes. "Pick an empty desk, you'll have to share. Talk to Derek about getting a real camera and I expect to have both drafts on my desk two weeks from Friday," she ordered.

"Okay," I agreed. There was a pause.

"What are you waiting for?" Mallory asked. "Get to work."