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the others. Obviously he wasn’t
in the locker room at all. I sighed, stepping out of the locker room and back
into the hallway. I had apparently miss-timed my arrival. He probably grabbed a fast shower as soon as he got in and then booked
it back to the frat, I thought sadly. If he was at a party, then my chances
of finding him were close to zero. He’d be basking in the accolades of a game
well played, and it would be impossible to get him alone.
    You
should have gotten his number before you slept with him. You should have just
sent a text to everyone that you were okay and waited for him to wake up. It would have been so much better to have the conversation in the morning, to
find out before I had even told Kelly anything about meeting Devon or sleeping
with him what the score was. If Devon really did view me as just another
one-night-stand, I could deal with it privately without having to tell anyone.
    I sighed. I couldn’t even ask anyone what Devon’s
number was. None of my friends would know it, and based on his reputation,
anyone else I might ask—including his teammates—would know immediately that I’d slept with Devon. I would
just have to wait for the chance to run
into him, or maybe for the next game—though I thought I recalled that the next
one was an away game. Somehow, I’d have to find the chance to get him alone. I
had to know what he thought.
    I decided that since Devon was obviously not in the
locker room, he must have left already, and it would be stupid to get myself
kicked out of the arena for no reason. I told myself to stop acting like a
lovesick fool, and just go back to the dorms like I said I would. I’d be better
able to think about how to tackle the situation tomorrow. I started off down
the hall, away from the lockers and towards the exit. It was a bummer, but at
least I could hold onto my hope for a little bit longer.
    As I turned the corner, I saw the real reason that
Devon wasn’t in the locker room. Right there, a few feet away as I came around
the bend, I saw him, plain as day. There was a girl in front of him; I couldn’t
see her face. I couldn’t tell who it was, because whoever it was, she was in
the midst of kissing Devon.
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