Callie couldn't sleep that night. She kept dreaming of someone holding out their warm, still-bleeding heart to her; in the dream she took it and squeezed it until it burst. She woke with a start at 3 am and, bizzarely, thought suddenly of the poser guy from yesterday. Callie hated posers; this guy was a poser. So why did Callie feel so confused when she thought about him?

   Becky was unbearable the next day, as Callie had known she would be. She wouldn't stop talking about the gig, and about how when she met the band Joel did this and Paul did that and Chris asked something else. Callie was so tired after her restless night that she could only half-listen to what Becky was saying.
   "Callie, are you hearing me? I said Benji seemed rather interested in you. He said he wanted to see you after college today. I said you weren't doing..."
   "Becky! You didn't... I don't wanna meet him... I..."
   "Um, too late. I told him where our college is."
   Callie sighed. She hoped this Benji guy wouldn't show; and if he did, maybe Becky would talk to him for long enough to allow Callie to slip away.