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“Hey, tiger!”
“Donny! Donny!”
“Aw, it’s just Thermo. The professor’s a nut anyway.”
“What? I am!”
“Yeah…right.”
“Do you really want to go to Thermo today?”
She stopped, turned to face me and took a deep breath. “Hmmm…”
I ran my hand through my hair and bit my bottom lip.
“We really probably should, Donny.”
“Aw, it’s just Thermo. The professor’s a nut anyway.”
“Yeah, and it’s probably just that TA again.”
“Probably.”
“Lazy fuckers.”
“C’mon, what do you say we go back to my room?”
By this time Janet had already removed my clothes. I let out a soft moan.
The faded, pink vinyl siding across the walls mixed with the brown-gray cement on the floor and ceiling (I had a first-story room, thank goodness) to form an almost-gloomy aura of erudition.
As I got near the science building, the temperature seemed to drop dramatically. I looked around to see if anyone else had noticed this awkward depression in temperature, but, alas, I was the only one suddenly shivering with my teeth chattering. I thought I must be catching a cold of some sort, but I wasn’t so sure colds came on to their victims so unexpectedly. I opened the large, industrial-grade glass door and lurched into the bathroom. I was overcome with nausea and vomited into the closest sink. A professor-type, washing his hands at the same time I was blowing chunks, scowled and quickly dismissed himself from the restroom. Prick.
sitting on one of the decrepit picnic benches.
This morning was particularly stifling: the kind of morning with crisp oxygen (once you purged yourself of the sulfur) that fluttered into your lungs, that kind of haunting, romantic sensation of being alive.
"Psh. You're nuts."
"My nuts what?"
"Huh? Oh my God, I cannot believe you just said that!"
“You know you’re just jealous.”
“Class, I want to thank you all for your participation.” We squeaked our chairs back, all of us preparing for our dart into the hall.
“Fine, let’s go.”
“Yes!” I kissed her on the forehead.
“God, boy. You don’t see me for three days and you’re already horny.”
“Huh? Oh psh, I thought we could discuss the intricacies of Hawthorne…”
“Oh fuck you too.”
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