He sat back in the driver’s seat and moved his hand to the gear shift. “See ya later, B”
I walked from his car to inside the apartment in a haze. A scribbled note on the counter told me Tasha was at Lance’s house. We’d barely seen each other over the past month and with reminders of the looming graduation I was sad that we’d spent our final semester barely able to spend time with each other.
I was desperate to tell someone about Todd and there was only one other person that I knew would share my excitement. I texted first just in case it wasn’t a good time but no sooner had I pressed send did my phone ring, giving me my answer.
“Hey,” I answered trying to keep myself from squealing into his ear.
“8B, I’m surprised to hear from you again. I thought you’d be studying until late in the night. Differential equations are no joke.”
“You took diffey-q?” I asked as I sat down on my bed and leaned back on to the mountain of pillows. I couldn’t get too comfortable. Studying with Todd hadn’t been very productive – at least on the upcoming test front.
“What, that surprises you?”
Feeling a bit sheepish, Court’s deep laugh eased the tension. “I thought I might want to be a mechanical engineer for a while. That class nearly killed me, and I decided to go a different way.”
“I didn’t know that.”
“Lots of things you don’t know about me, 8B.”
That was the understatement of the year. I felt like I’d barely scratched the surface of who Court was.
“So, you’re good at diffey-q, huh?” he asked. “Why am I not surprised.”
“I’m good at math. Not so good at people and relationships apparently.”
“Uh-oh, did the study session not end so well?”
“Actually, it ended great. He kissed me.”
“In the library?”
“No, he drove me home.”
“And…”
“And what?”
“Well did it live up to everything you hoped it would be? Unicorns and rainbows and shit?”
“It was nice,” I responded and shifted uncomfortably on my bed.
“Nice?” his voice was unbelieving.
“Yes, it was nice,” I said with more resolve this time.
“Oh, I believe you. I’m just a little disappointed that you’re so excited about anicekiss.”
“Disappointed? I’m ecstatic. I mean I really didn’t think blowing him off last night was going to end well. Your advice worked.”
“Yeah and I gotta live with that,” he muttered.
“What are you doing over there?” I asked, finally zoning in on the background noise that sounded like a shower running. Court in the shower was a mental picture I’d have to revisit later.
“I’m doing the dishes.”
“Interesting. Don’t you have a dishwasher?”
“I do, but there’s only a few things to wash so this is faster.”