Page 3 of The Late Hit
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PS- Say this out loud and put that shit in the universe. “I am worthy of an amazing life”
Macy is all about manifesting. She says things are more likely to come true if we speak it out loud to the universe.
Taking a deep breath in and exhaling slowly, I close my eyes and look up to the ceiling before repeating: “I am worthy of an amazing life.”
And with that, I rush outside to my car.
Finding a parking spot on campus after nine a.m. is a challenge, but before nine a.m. is a piece of cake. There’s a spot two rows in and five cars in. Doing one more glance at my appearance in the rearview mirror, I decide it’s as good as it’s going to get. Thankfully, my glasses help hide some of the dark circles under my eyes. Why did I sign up for such an early class? Oh yeah, hot Prof. Peters. Grabbing my bag, I exit my car, locking it as I head toward all of the walking zombies, I mean students, who are looking as tired and hungover as I am.
I enter Rogers Hall, finding the elevator and stepping on with others. Pushing through the bodies and standing shoulder-to-shoulder until the doors open on the third floor. I follow the rushing crowd to Lecture Hall 302, one of the largest lecture halls on campus. It’s a three-story auditorium and holds a couple hundred students.
Descending the steps, I walk toward the middle of the room. Glancing around, I finally spot a familiar person and head toward him. He must hear me coming, because Cody glances up with a questioning look before a smile takes over his face.
“Yo, B, I’m glad to see someone I know in this class,” Cody says as he shuffles his backpack out of my way.
Cody Jacobs is a pitcher on the baseball team, and the two of us run in similar crowds. Like Quinton, Cody is one of my best friends. No, I’m not a jersey chaser, I just prefer hanging out with the jocks. Plopping down in the seat next to him, I fold my arms on the desk and rest my head on my arms. There are about ten minutes before class begins and I’m planning on taking full advantage of the calm.
“Ohemgee, Cody, why does Peters have to teach the Friday morning lecture?” I whine.
“What’s the matter, B? A little hungover?” Cody asks with a chuckle as he spins his pen on his fingers.
I don’t even bother with an answer, just look at him with my eyes squinting.
He lets out a chuckle. “Let me guess, you’re taking tonight off?”
“I’m hungover, not dead,” I answer. “I think we are heading to The Eagles’ Nest for happy hour and wings.”
“Dude, I’m in. The Eagles’ Nest has the best wings around.”
The Eagles’ Nest, yes the bar is named after the CTU Eagles, is a local campus essential. While the Football House is the place to party on campus, The Eagles’ Nest is the spot to be when you need to unwind off campus. They serve cheap food and cheap beer. There’s always some kind of local band on Friday nights. It’s the place to be around campus. The owner loves football, and Q can usually get a few tables reserved for us.
“I’ll have Q add you for the total,” I say, finally pulling my head off my arms and reaching into my backpack to pull out my iPad and stylus.
“So, B, you and Q?” Cody begins before I cut him off.
“Don’t even think about finishing that question, Cody.”
“Just making sure nothing has changed,” Cody replies with a smirk.
I shake my head. Cody has been trying to get me to go out with him for a while, and for some reason, I just can’t bring myself to say yes. Cody is a good guy, the best guy, and he’d be a good time—at least, that’s the rumor on campus—but that’s all it would be, a good time. And I prefer not to mess around with close friends. It always makes everything awkward, and then all of our friends are in our business. I’m all about that “no strings attached hook-up.”
Before we have a chance to finish our conversation, the first-floor door opens, and Professor Peters walks in and slams the door. Peters is a second-year professor, and he’s not much older than we are. He is hot, hot, hot. As in, model hot. He’s like that guy on Instagram you stumble upon and immediately become obsessed with. Tall, lean-built, but not skinny, more like a swimmer’s build. He has dark hair, dark-green eyes, and a golden tan. Not to mention a permanent five o’clock shadow that he keeps groomed to always look a little disheveled.
“Good morning, this is Psych 3600,” Professor Peters greets the class. His eyes look around the lecture hall. “If you’re not a psych major, you shouldn’t be in this room. This isn’t a GenEd course.” He pauses, making sure no one gets up to leave the room.
Reaching over with a tissue, Cody says under his breath, “Here, B, wipe the drool from your mouth.”
“Oh shut up, Cody,” I reply with a chuckle and a one finger salute. Because, yeah, I was totally staring and picturing Peters doing some “not safe for school” activities.
Why yes, Professor, I do need some extra help. Oh, meet in your office during office hours? See you then.
Atfourforty-five,Macy,Chloe, and I are rushing out the door and climbing into the Uber Chloe ordered. All three of us are dressed in ripped jeans, some kind of casual top, and flip-flops as we make the drive to The Eagles’ Nest. Macy and I have convinced Chloe to put down her book and join us. Chloe is our third roommate and a Texas native. Where Macy and I are tall, Chloe has a petite build. She might not be the tallest, but her southern attitude makes up for her height. Both Chloe and Macy enjoy a night out to party, and both know their limits, while I haven’t discovered mine yet. My motto is to live fast, and theirs definitely isn’t.
Crammed in the middle, I feel my phone vibrate in my back pocket.
