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to Cyann , who had yet to say a word to him since leaving with Damion earlier that afternoon .
    “ Hey Cyann . ” Monson sat down next to her on the window seat. “ How ’ d everything go with Damion? ”
    “ A l l right , I guess ,” she replied simply.
    Monson’s next question, which was on the tip of his tongue, stalled in his throat as he watched Cyann , her head resting lightly against the window. The pause in the conversation made him realize how beautiful the day was .  Shimmering rays of vibrant sunshine reflected off Cyann’s curtain of glossy black hair . I f only she did n ’ t come across as so heavy.
    Cyann continued her thought when Monson did not answer her . “I still need to give him an answer , though . ”
    “Damion asked you to the dance?”
    “Yes he did.”
    Monson gave a nervous chuckle . “What about your Combat for Dates p olicy?”
    “My what?”
    “Combat f or Dates, at least that ’ s what Casey calls it; I think he’s working up a screenplay off the name.”
    Cyann abruptly sat up . “Casey , what the heck are you— ”
    Monson caught her by the wa i st . “Cyann, I’m kidding.”
    She sat back down as he slowly released her . “Oh . ” 
    “So you haven’t given him an answer yet ? ” asked Monson , puzzled . “ T hen what did you say to him when he asked you for a word earlier? I assume that is what he was doing. Asking you out. ”
    Cyann’s eyebrow twitched slightly. She was surprised.
    “I told him that I still didn’t know if I could say yes.” Cyann’s gazed resettled on the grounds outside the window. “It’s just a big mess . ”
    “Why don’t you tell me about it ? ” Without thinking, Monson reached up to push her hair out of her eyes. He stopped himself after realizing what he was doing. He pulled his hand back and rubbed at it . “I know you might not believe it, but I ’ m actually a pretty good listener.”
    “How do you look like a good listener?”
    Monson’s cocked the eyebrow. “You know…I have no idea.”
    She let it hang…
    He smiled. “Please share.”
    She pushed a hand through her hair. “It’s like this. Damion Peterson has liked me for a while now , long enough for most people to know, and I’m pretty sure he broke up with his girlfriend for me , though I ’ ve never given him any reason to think I was interested. He’s just not my type...I’m not sure anyone is.”
    She stopped , returning her gaze to the grounds . “My roommate this year has a huge thing for Damion. She is very v ocal about it. I don’t know why, but she reminds me incessantly. Probably trying to mark her territory. Not only that , I heard that Da mi on’s ex has been doing everything in her power to get back together with him , though it looks like recently she is maybe starting to move on. Regardless, I feel like my head is in a guillotine.  If I say yes , then my roommate is going make my life really difficult and who knows what Damion’s ex will do. Also I don’t want to lead Damion on or anything. I don’t want to hurt him.  But if I say no, none of the other guys will ask for fear of Damion . T hough to his credit, I doubt he ’ d do anything to them if they did. So I either say yes to Damion or go as royalty by myself, which will be problematic. My father is coming to this thing and I don’t want to embarrass him.  I have no idea what I should do.”
    Monson’s jaw dropped as the full effect of what Cyann was telling him sunk in. Talk about complicated ! In fact, it was so complicated it made Monson’s head hurt just thinking about it. He finally spoke.
    “Wow . ” Monson grasp ed for words . “I am SO glad I’m not a girl . ”
    Cyann continued to stare out the window ; though definitely not in a state of anguish, the self-possessed calm that Monson had come to associate with her was clearly disturbed .
    Monson did a quick critical analysis of the drama and came to the most logical conclusion. “You should go with Damion. Who