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I woke up the next morning to Jess’ foot in my face. “Ugh! Move your stinky feet!”
Jess just moaned and turned her head away from me, trying to hide.
“Oh, no you don’t.” I scooted up against my pillow and braced my hands against her thighs and pushed her onto the floor.
“Hey!” Jess’ cry came as she hit the carpeted floor.
“Not my problem you couldn’t abide by my rules.” I shrugged from above her.
“Okay, I know you’re in a mood right now, but you don’t need to take it out on me.” Jess struggled out of her blanket to her elbows, she glared up at me. “Look, I know something happened with Derek last night, but since you won’t tell me, I’ll just think the worst and tell you what I would do.”
She thought for a moment, and then continued on. “Since the worst that could have happened is that he tried to get in your pants, and succeeded, well then I would go and make sure I wasn’t pregnant.”
“Jess!” I gave her a look. “I am most definitely not pregnant.”
She nodded her head, “Okay, then that means that he wasn’t successful in his mission. In that case I wouldn’t worry too much about it. I mean, it’s not like the whole school is going to know about it.”
“It’s the last week of classes, I’m going to be studying my ass off and so is everyone else, if they know what’s good for them.” I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and scrunched my toes in my carpet. I looked over at the clock and my eyes widened. “Holy crap! We’re going to be late if we don’t get ready now!”
Jess looked over her shoulder, “What? It’s only seven ‘til eight.”
“Yes, but we have to be at work at 8:30,” my voice was muffled by the shirt that I was tugging over my head.
Jess’ eyes widened with the realization. “Shit! Didn’t you set your alarm clock?”
“Yeah, but we must have slept through it, or you turned it off again.” I looked over my shoulder as I was pulling my jeans on. Jess had a habit of getting up to the alarm, but turning it off instead of hitting the snooze button.
“Okay, I’ll go downstairs and start the car. Hurry up, please.” I walked down the hallway and down the stairs, past the living room and my brother’s room and crept out the front door.
Keys swinging from my hand, I walked down the driveway to my car, parked on the curb. I looked down to put the key into the lock, when something on the windshield caught my eye. I reached my hand over to pick it up, it was just a piece of paper, but on the other side was my name printed in bold letters. I opened it, thinking my brother had left it for me, asking me to keep his latest rendezvous hush, hush. But when I looked at the handwriting, it was not my brother’s messy scratch, but a nice neat hand. I looked down at the signature and nearly let out a yelp when I saw that it was Derek’s name.
“What’s that?” Jess had come up behind me.
“It’s a note from Derek,” I said, holding it away from me, not wanting to read it.
“Oh, give it here you big baby. Get in and drive.” She ducked into the passenger seat and opened the note and read it silently.
I turned the key and felt the engine finally give. I pulled out on the street and headed for the local bookstore. I glanced over at Jess and noticed that her face was creased into confusion.”What? What does it say?”
“It says ‘7 at Wired Up. We need to talk.”’ Jess looked over at me. “Well, what ever happened last night, he obviously isn’t done with it.”
“Great.” I banged my head against the steering wheel when we came finally parked outside work.
“And with seven minutes to spare! We must have flown.” Jess beamed at me. “C’mon let’s get to work.”
She climbed out of the car and headed inside, while my forehead was still firmly pressed to the steering wheel. Great, now he’s gonna want to talk about it, and I don’t want to even look at him, much less talk to him about last night. This is gonna be hell.
(Okay, if this one goes over well, then I'll make it into a novel.)
