Freaking Out

Christopher

After my last class for the day, I headed to the coffee shop to grab myself a quick pick-me-up before heading home to do some homework. I liked having homework. I liked having something to do. Olin still wasn’t talking to me, which had kept me up most of the night. It had been a tense morning with him not talking to me but making sure I knew he was there with the constant slamming of doors and banging around.

“Christopher,” I heard my name. Leila was waving to me from a bench, a coffee in her other hand.

I grabbed my coffee and sat down on the bench beside her. “Hi,” I greeted.

“He saw!” she blurted out.

“What?”

“The dean. He saw the hug.”

I nodded. “I know.”

“He saw me hugging you and now he wants to see me in his office!”

I wanted to be sympathetic and I did understand her plight, but my emotions were already taxed. “Leila, it was a hug, not a handjob. We were fully clothed. I didn’t have my tongue down your throat or my hand down your pants.”

Her mouth dropped open. “Yo