SIXTY FIVE

I take off my lab coat as my first chemistry lab ends. It's been a long session and quite tiring. Tucking the files back into my bag, I wonder how I'll get home later. I guess that I would take the bus, since my car is broken -- I just found out this morning when I couldn't start the engine.

"Have you asked someone to fix your car?" Kyla asks beside me, slinging her backpack over her shoulders. Since we're taking the same major, we have many classes together, and I find it pleasing. She's my first friend here.

"Nope." I sigh.

"Why don't you try to ask Prince?" she asks as we exit the lab. She winks, teasing me, and I roll my eyes.

So, this girl here has asked me about how I managed to hand my jaw-dropping assignment to Professor Adams so quickly, and I've told her about Prince.

But no, I can't trouble Prince again. I'm well aware that Prince is busy preparing for the football game tomorrow, and I don't want to disturb him.

Why do I have to be so clueless about cars?

I'm going to