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This idea sounds better and better the more I think about it.
“Hey, I’m going to run to enrollment and see if I can switch out of the class. I can’t keep doing it with him, he’s going to drive me up a wall.”
“What happened to us all taking classes together?” Isaac asks.
“Well, good thing is, our schedules are the same. Don’t be such an ass. If you want to stay in the same class then let’s go.” I turn to walk away, either they’ll follow me or not.
I sneak a look over my shoulder to see both of them following after me.Fucking losers.
We cross the courtyard, other students sitting outside catching up with the friends they haven’t seen since spring. Does no one keep in contact over summer? Is that not a common thing? Shaking it off, I make my way inside and walk to the counter.
“Uh, hi, I’m in B1111 and I would like to change the class or drop it all together. I guess I just want to see my options here, but whatever it is, I can’t stay in that class.”
“Is there something wrong with the class?”
“Yeah, the professor is going to bore me half to death. I just either want out or to switch classes, like I just said.”
I lean against the counter, allowing the lady behind me to work her magic as I turn my gaze to theguys. They’re pushing each other and laughing at something stupid one of them probably said while I go first so they can make their decisions. We don’t have to adjust their schedules, I couldn’t care less.
“Okay.” The lady's voice brings my attention back to her, “We can either move you to a chem class at the same time and get you the credit you need or we can drop you. With your schedule set the way it is, there’s no other option.”
“I guess give me chem then,” I say with an exaggerated exhale. Blowing shit up is chem, right? This could be fun.
CHAPTER 4
LAINEY
Tuesday
It’s only the second day of class, and I’m already exhausted. Last night, I stayed up late reviewing all of my calculus notes, which left my brain feeling like mush.
I bend down to tie my tennis shoes and then throw my heavy backpack over my shoulders. School stresses me out, which is why I started going to the gym every morning, bright and early. Exercising helps relieve the tension in my shoulders and keeps my anxiety from becoming overwhelming.
I make my way down the elevator to the bottom floor of my apartment complex, and then do a light jog around the corner to Flex. The building is a gunmetal grey with an orange logo, giving it a modern and stylish appearance.
After placing my bag in a locker and locking it, I head over to the yoga mats to do some stretching beforetackling the elliptical with my “DJ Mix playlist”. It always gets my blood pumping.
Thirty minutes later, I’m already dripping with sweat. I grab a complementary towel from the rack to wipe my face before heading to the other machines. Since it’s leg day, I decide to start with the leg press. I’ve always been fairly slim with hardly any curves, but I do have decent sized breasts for my build, so that’s a plus.
After ensuring the settings are adjusted for my shorter height, I settle into the seat. The cold material against my back instantly cools me down. Music starts to play through the speakers on my over-the-ear headphones, and I find myself moving to the rhythm of the beat.
“Hi, Lainey, right?” I startle and look up at a familiar face. I believe he’s in one of my classes. He’s tall, with dark brown hair and hazel eyes. Fairly handsome.
I lift my headphones off my ears and place them around my neck. “Hi, yes. I’m Lainey. I-I’m sorry, I can’t quite place your name. Are you in one of my classes?” I cringe awkwardly to myself. I’ve never been good with names.
He chuckles and replies,“Alex, and yes, we are in English together.” He crosses his arms over his chest, making his muscles flex.
I smile and say, “That’s right! Sorry, I’m just bad with names.”
He smirks down at me, “It’s okay. I was wonderingif you’d like to study together sometime? I already have a feeling that this class is going to kick my ass.”
I wipe my hands on my leggings before standing up. “Uh. Sure.” I shrug. I usually just study by myself, but I don’t see why it would hurt to have someone else to help.
He nods hesitantly, “Okay. Cool. Can I give you my number so you can text me when you have some free time?”
I nod and pull my phone out to hand it to him. He quickly types in his information before giving it back.
He smiles at his phone and then makes eye contact with me. “Great. Thank you. I hope to hear from you soon,” he says as he slowly turns around and walks across the gym.
