22. About that day in History Class

I was falling asleep when the note landed on my desk.

I didn’t see it; my eyes were closed.

Duh.

So then someone decided to poke me.

I opened my eyes, glancing to the person to my right, for that was the person who decided a life-or-death matter and felt the urge to shove one out of five of her or her’s fingers into my shoulder’s flesh. Or I could be mistaken and it was all five of his or her fingers. I’m not sure which.

You blinked, trying not to smile.

I rolled my eyes and opened the note.

Can I ask you something after class? it read.

I wrote back, Why not now? and passed it back.

Because it’s personal.

Job troubles?

You know I don’t have a job.

Uh... Your parents okay?

Sure; never been better, I guess.

So, it leave us with girl troubles, right?

Definitely. I need some advice.

And if I stay after class with you, you promise not to rape and murder me?

If I can control myself...

I rolled my eyes and stuffed the loose leaf in my pocket, staring at Mr. Leason.

Only two more minutes until the bell rings... I thought with a small smile playing on my lips.

Not that I was waiting to talk with you after class! No!! Pppsshhfftt, hell no.

...well, maybe...