She laughs softly. “Yeah. That. I’m not that kind of girl, Levi. You know that.”
“Coulda fooled me, but it’s okay. I’ve got to study, though.” I motion to my books.
“Yeah, sure.” Sunny stands and pushes in her chair. “Hey, question. I saw your girl with this really cute guy and that blonde chick at one of the deli’s outside of town. Who’s the guy? Does he go to RU?”
“Are you talking about McCarthy?” I describe him, but Sunny shakes her head.
“I know who he is. I don’t think this guy is a hockey player. He’s shorter, wears glasses-”
“He’s not a hockey player,” I interrupt. “And he doesn’t go to RU. His name is Zack.”
“Well, he’s cute in that dorky, smart guy kind of way. But I’ll let you study. Later, Levi.”
Sunny walks away and I wonder what the hell Smarty was doing with Zack after his drunken performance the last time he came by her apartment? Shaking my head, I finish my studying.
~
I’m laying in my bed and decide to call Presley. She answers on the fourth ring. “Hey, Smarty. How was your day?”
“Good. Yours?” she asks.
“Just fine. Wore myself out studying, though. I’m ready for these damn midterms to be over with.”
“You’re telling me. Just think how afterwards, we’ll be at the beach together.”
“And you’ll wear a bathing suit similar to what an old granny would, right? Not that blue bikini?” Just the memory of the last time I saw her wearing that bikini, makes me want to go see her. Presley’s laugh brings me back to our conversation.
“I like my bathing suit, Levi. And you know I wouldn’t mind if you couldn’t control yourself while we’re gone, but I would like to at least go to the beach a few times.”
Chuckling, I tell her, “We’ll see. Hey, Sunny thought she saw you with Marley and Zack today. How’d that go?” That seemed like an okay way to ask without being the jealous boyfriend, right?
“I was with Marley, yeah. Um, why were you talking to Sunny?”
“She saw in me in the library and apologized for her, uh, suggestions.”
“So, let me get this straight. You were at the library talking about threesomes with your former bunny? Interesting.”
“Relax, Smarty. She was having a bad day and she apologized for it. Not like we were discussing how to tal
k you into it,” I half laugh.
“Not funny, Levi.” Her voice is deadly serious.
“Not that serious either, Presley. I need to get some sleep, though.”
“So do I. I love you and will talk to you tomorrow, okay?”
“Yeah, love ya too.” We hang up, and I shake my head. Sometimes, she gets so serious over the little things. After a shower, I head to bed because I’m freaking tired.
~
Midterms are a bitch. I don’t even see Presley all week because if I’m not taking a midterm or studying for a midterm, I’m sleeping to try and stay sane. If there is one thing in this world that can single handedly stress me out, it’s these tests. Every damn time. But I always reach this point right before my last one where I’m completely calm and stress-free. I have a moment of clarity as I realize that I studied and worked my ass off and when the grades come back, I’ll pass just fine.
I had that moment this morning. And now midterms are officially over. Thank goodness. I think Smarty may be done with her last one by now, so I call her. The relief that fills me when she answers has no limits.
“I don’t care what you’re doing, I’m coming over and you should probably be there when I get there.”
“Levi-”