“Uh…” I chuckle, scratching the hairs on the back of my neck.
“C’mon, B, I’m cool! Even my daughter tells me about her boyfriends” he chuckles, patting my back as I side eye his figure walking ahead.
Boyfriends?
As in multiple?
Now, I’m not one to hate on polyamory! Two partners can be better than one… but Cleo doesn’t seem like the type to date two people at once. Well, she did date Marcelo…eh, he’s not ugly. He’s just…ew.
Ugh. Enough about him–
“Blake, you hear me?” Coaches' voices ring from his navy-blue pick-up truck in the middle of the parking lot. “If she’s the one, she won’t distract you during the season! She’ll want to help you.”
“Everyone, be sure to meet up with your assigned partners throughout the course of the semester! I know how some of y’all love to procrastinate but procrastinating this assignment will ensure failure rather than success.”
The class remains silent as Professor Hawkins continues with today's lecture.
This Monday feels as if it’s been dragging on for years. From my less than savory practice this morning, to the hot-n-cold attitude from Denver and Cleo’s silence. Everything seems so…boring.
That's what it is.
Today is fucking boring.
Monday’s in general are boring days but today? Today takes the cake on boring ass Mondays.
I scan the classroom and sigh, even my fellow classmates look boring. All except one, of course.
Today, Cleo is dressed in all pink (surprise, surprise); her choice of pink today is a light pink short-sleeved sweater set with matching trousers and sneakers. Her straightened hair is pulled into a sleek high ponytail with a tiny ribbon wrapped around it in a delicate bow.
She briefly side eyes me, obviously catching me staring but returns to her task like the good little scholar that she is. Something about her being so attentive and focused just makes me want to both bother her and watch her be in her element.
Obviously, I choose the former of the two.
With a small smile, I reach into my book bag and pull out a small sheet of paper and proceed to write her the cheesiest love note in existence.
The lecture is boring :) but staring at you for 3 hours is enough entertainment to last alifetime.
-b.w.
I toss the note onto Cleo’s lap, chuckling silently as she jumps. Cleo gives me that nastiest mug I’ve ever seen in my life before looking the note over and proceeding to snort so loud that Professor Hawkins has to pause in the middle of her drawn-out sentence.
Denver peers over Cleo’s shoulder, snickering to herself as Professor Hawkins coughs and continues on with her lecture.
“I’m happy to be of service, Boy Scout, but please focus so I’m not the only one working on our project.” She smiles sarcastically, eyes still on her computer.
“Oh, I’m focused.” I drawl, resting my face on my palm.
Cleo rolls her eyes at the action and pops me with her fluffy pink pen.
I know she didn’t just–
“Yup, I did that. Now, pay attention, Lover Boy.”
sixteen
Cleo
“Are you sure Ican come in? I don’t want to ruin the whole ‘no flirting just working’ thing.” Blake's voice is muffled as he covers his face with his hands, shielding himself from my apartment.
