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I was looking forward to the new semester. My relationship with Amanda had returned back to normal, and a summer without classes meant that it was easy to avoid Hank, who had spent the rest of the semester staring daggers at me for breaking up with him.

I had started a thing with a deer I was occasionally having over for sex, but it really just sort of fizzled out in about a month and we were back to casual hookups when Amanda wasn't home (although, it was agreed to stay off of the couch). That is, until he moved away when he got a job offer. I guess that was my fault for banging a senior and hoping it'd last forever. I'd be lying if I wasn't more upset that he was the only deer within 50 miles of campus. I had grown quite fond of the feel of antlers scraping on my back.

But, a new semester was a new start. I was another year closer to graduating, and my classes aligned so that I could have Tuesdays and Thursdays off. Amanda and I decided to celebrate with a cup of coffee in the quad, watching confused freshman nervously scamper around.

"Oh god, I'm so glad we aren't freshman anymore," the lioness said, watching one having a panic attack behind a trashcan as we sat down on a low cement wall.

"You can say that again. We only have to do that around finals now."

"And midterms."

"And pop quizzes... we really aren't much better, are we?"

"Nope." Amanda sipped her coffee was we watched the hoard move. "We just came here so you could scope out a few fuck buddy, didn't we?"

"Oh, like you aren't looking for fresh meat too." I jabbed her with her elbow.

"I can't help it if these naïve young girls want to know what a real female is like. I'm doing them a service, really." She placed her paw on her chest and batted her eyes.

"You're a true Mother Teresa."

"So," she said sipping again. "What's your new flavor now that deer is off the menu?"

"I like other guys too, you know."

She looked at me with a raised eyebrow. "Sure, Jude. You keep telling yourself that."

"What? I did Hank."

"No, Hank did you. You only do deer. You've got antler fever. I've seen it before. No known cure."

"Shut up," I said jokingly, giving her a shove. "So maybe I have a type. So do you."

"No, Chez Amanda caters to all who come to feast. We don't discriminate."

"Well, you are known for your revolving door policy."

"And you are known for being the salt lick of Burnon County."

"Ouch."

"No, embrace it. Make business cards."

I sipped my coffee. "Maybe I will."

As our cups emptied, the crowds thinned and we too disappeared off to the first of our classes.

I felt my phone buzz in my pocket during the lecture but didn't think much of it until I was walking to my next class. I pulled it out. It was a text from Amanda.

'Hey, Salt Lick. You're in luck. There is a buck in my COMM 304 class.'

'Is he cute?'

'You're asking the wrong lesbian.'

It was hard focusing on my next class. Fortunately for me, it was all 'Hi, my name is...' ice breaker stuff. He probably wasn't even gay. And even if he was, he wasn't necessarily single. Or into foxes. Or even cute. By the time night rolled around, Amanda was off to work and I was left alone in the apartment with only my rapidly obsessing thoughts. I scrolled through my app every five minutes just in case he'd be on there.

My curiosity at this new deer was taking over, and didn't let up over the next few days. Amanda was anything but helpful with my questions for her. She didn't know his name, and she wouldn't sneak a picture for me, and said it was stalkerish. I had given up hope of ever meeting the deer, and she said it was probably for the best since she wasn't getting the gay vibe from him.

Finally accepting that my obsession was creepy, I sulked to my Friday classic literature class. It was a large lecture hall, a gen-ed class most people take in their freshman year, and only a few particularly avoidant third year or transfer students end up in; a class where the professor doesn't even take attendance because it would take too long to go through all the names.

I plopped down in a seat towards the back and yawned. It had been a late night staring at the grid of guys. I closed my eyes and settled into the most comfortable position I could in the stiff wooden seat, hoping to rest a little before the 3 hour lecture began.

I scratched my nose and cracked one eye open to see how full the hall was getting. I scanned a bit, chucking to myself at the wide eyed freshman being in their first lecture hall, and realizing that they weren't much more than a number on a piece of paper in this class. Then, something caught my eye. Down towards the front were a pair of magnificent white antlers. My eyes shot open and I leaned forward in my seat. I looked at the clock. One minute to class.

I grabbed my backpack and squeezed my way down the row of irritated freshman to an open seat just a few behind the buck.

'Turn around,' I said in my head. 'I want to see if you're cute.'

Apparently, my telepathy needed some work, as the buck never turned his head. But, I did get a great view of his back. He had really broad shoulders, and judging by the number of points, he wasn't a freshman.

The next three hours, my mind was dedicated to trying to find out who this was, and if he wanted a piece of fox ass. I even accidentally hit a wildebeest next to him with a piece of wadded up paper. From the look he gave me, he certainly did not want any fox ass. His loss.

When the professor finally dismissed us, I bolted out of my seat and tried to time my exit to be near the deer. I ended up right behind him in the river of students leaving the hall. I did my best to keep up, but the annoyed wildebeest was a slow walker. I slipped past him, and ran up after the deer just as he left the building.

"Fuck." The quad was already full of people, and I could see the antlers making their way. My head moved quickly as my body tried to keep up. I darted through the crowd, narrowly missing the gait of a hippo I bolted in front of.

"Slow down, Jackass!" he yelled as he tried to regain his balance.

"Sorry!" I yelled back, darting in front of a group of wolves in football jackets.

"Watch yourself, faggot," one of them said. I backed away, trying to avoid a fight, when I bumped into someone else.

"Sorry," I said, turning around and looking up at a set of antlers. "Oh!" I smiled. "Hey, I'm Jude. I noticed we are in the same class and I..."

"Get away from me." The deer glared down at me.

"What...?" I asked, feeling a little thrown off.

"Don't ever talk to me again." His chest was heaving, and I could hear the breath through his nostrils. I felt very small up against the muscular buck. "I don't want you around me, so leave."

"I... I'm sorry, I didn't know."

The buck turned and stomped off, leaving me alone. I heard the wolves laughing in the background. "What happened, fox? Piss off your boyfriend?"

I gave them the finger and slipped off. I skipped my other class and went home. I had too many confusing thoughts and questions bouncing in my head. I should have just left him alone. Had my reputation preceded me? Did I have a reputation? Did I do something wrong? I curled up in bed and hoped for the silence of sleep to take over.