Hannah was taller, darker and more intense than say me, for instance. We met through her roommate, my friend and I considered her part of the apartment if not our group.

But then judgement was always harsh with us in those days. Just finished secondary school, weighing in on good A levels and pushing our parents to the limit as a group of girls intent on starting and completing university, we had it coming. We were every flavor in the pack and you didnt have to be desperately kinky to want any one, a couple or all of us. We hummed like a borg queen and she wasn't one of us.

It was Sunday and by necessity I was waiting for her to bring my lunch. I lived on Hall with several girls and finding ingredients on a weekend could be dicey. She was waiting for me downstairs and i noted an anxious pitch to her greeting but was more interested in the macaroni pie and baked chicken she had casually left on the seat behind her.

"Can we talk?" What about? It was the day before another mid-term and I had been distracted enough as it is before this, wasting time, sleeping.

"Sure, is everything OK?" I shuffled out ahead of her holding the door open awkwardly balancing my rubbermaid with the other hand.

Campus was deserted but when you live on it, it never appears lonely. She was quiet as we made our way to my favourite spot beneath the huge samaan tree, its roots providing ample seating.

I leaned into that pie, noting with humor, the heartshaped ketchup drawing on top courtesy her roommate.

"Do you know about me?" she said finally.

That the boys called her Horse because of her habit of nodding when she spoke, that she and her roommate often shared a bed because she was homesick, that she never questioned why she had to walk 30 minutes to and from to deliver my lunch.

"What would you like me to know? Thanks, for bringing this, you're a life saver."

"I heard you said somethings about me...that are not true, you know."

"You are talking like I have any idea what you're talking about." I noted that I been honored with a thigh and a drumstick.

She stood up. Some guys were playing small goal in the field just over and I squinted hoping to see if I recognised any of them. The grass was brown from the lack of rain and they were bareback, laughing and cursing each other.

"Well Kerron told me that you called him and told him that I was sleeping with Marcus and we are just friends."

"That would be you and Marcus are just friends? Or you and Kerron?"

"It doesn't matter. You shouldn't say things like that about people"

"Hmmm..."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means I need some juice to wash this down."

"You're mean." She sat down abruptly and I cleaned that bone as if it were going up for auction.

"Hold on."

I stood up, heard my bones crick and sighed. It was an easy sprint to the shirtless guys. I was only running to draw their attention and they did stop playing. Truly winded from having exerted myself on a Sunday, I gestured noiselessly for a few seconds.

"That's Hannah over there."

"Yeah, you are?" This one was freckled and his hair gleamed with sweat. I tried to imagine having sex with him but knew I would be compelled to stop and count his spots.

"Quit ruining the moment. You are in Econ 213 with me, you are friends with my study group leader, Russel. Do me a favor and give Hannah over there a minute of your time. Or else, I'll tell these boys what Russel told me." Adding a wink to that, I sank down on the grass as the rounds of heckling rose up and round the spotted one. He colored prettily and waved off his buddies with a grimace.

"Gimme a minute. Let me get a shirt."