Theo: ?
Laney: How long is this song!
Theo: IDknow. I cat ducking feel my fat.
Theo: Fet
Theo: Fet!
Laney: I coming to slave you.
“Hey man,” someone says to my left, and I jump back in my seat and clutch my phone to my chest.
“What do you want?” I grunt, lifting a shoulder and lean away from him.
Three rows of students turn back to look at me as the guy widens his eyes. “Wasn’t talking to you, bro, chill out.”
I concentrate on opening my eyes as wide as his to appear more normal and hear a giggle from beside me.
“Hey, are you okay?”
“I have something in my feet.”
“Oh shit, he’s probably on Molly,” the girl whispers. She’s not pretty like Laney.
“I’m not,” I whisper. “Not on that.”
“He’s trippin’.”
“Please don’t say that to people,” I whimper. Just then, the door to the classroom bursts open, and everyone, including my instructor, looks toward the open door at Laney as she lands a plane. She’s looking right at me mouthing in slow motion, and I lean into my desk straining to hear her.
“Dude, I think she’s here for you.”
Laney speaks up, taking a few steps into class. “Excuse me, sir, I need an urgent word with one of your t-t-udents, students.”
“You’re interrupting my lecture, young lady.”
She nods in perfect understanding. “I polizise. He’s having an allergic reaction to his medication and needs this,” She pulls out an EpiPen. She probably bought it in case I have a reaction around her because she’s my best friend in the whole world. And I don’t want to have sex with her all the time.
“Go right on ahead.”
Laney waves me down to her.
“Medication, my ass,” someone snorts from below.
“Oh man,” the guy next to me says. “I would give my left nut to be on your level right now. And with her too, damn.”
I shake my head. “That’s not what’s happening. I’m not going to let my feet not move.”
“Okay,” he says with a chuckle as Laney looks at me and waves her hands slowly.
She’s so beautiful it makes my chest hurt. I rub it with my fist and hold it up to her so she can see before pulling myself to stand. Uneasy on my feet, I slowly make my way down the steps thanking each one in sincere gratitude. “I appreciate you.” Laughter erupts to my right just as Laney grabs my arm when I reach the last one.
“He probably won’t be back,” Laney says. “Sorry about that.”
Outside the class, she grabs my face with both hands and pulls me down eye level with her. Honey eyes bore into mine while her lips shine like diamonds.
“I may never return to them,” I tell her feeling a lump form in my throat.