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Did that shit really work? Or did she just think I was ghosting her? But if I texted her, then I was too intense? God, the line was so blurry, I didn’t know which side I was standing on. I stare at the ceiling, waiting for my alarm to go off and my dick to go down, making me wonder if I should just go ahead and jack off, when I hear the sounds of a text message notification. I turn my head to my phone wondering who the hell is texting me at 7 AM. My eyes snap open further when I see the message.
Skyler: Have a good first day! No dad jokes, and you’ll be fine.
I am the furthest thing from a morning person, and the fact that she got me to crack a smile before the sun had fully risen has to be some kind of miracle.
Aidan: I do not make dad jokes! I don’t remember you doing a whole lot of laughing Saturday night.
Skyler: True. But you seem like the kind that might crack one when you’re nervous hehe
Aidan: I am not nervous. I’ve done this before, I’ll have you know.
Skyler: In Boston?
Aidan: Mmmhmm
Skyler: What made you come here?
Aidan: I haven’t had coffee yet. Too early for that conversation. Why are you up so early anyway?
Skyler: Class at 8
What grad student chooses a class at 8 AM? When I was in grad school, I planned it so I only had class three days a week and my days didn’t start until eleven. Rookie mistake.
Aidan: Woof. Sounds like the worst idea ever. You never did tell me what you were studying anyway?
Skyler: Criminal Justice
Aidan: No shit? That’s what I’m teaching at CGU. I knew I liked you.
Well, at least I knew we had things in common besides our obsession with each other’s genitals. I’d studied Criminal Justice in undergrad, Social Justice in grad school, and got my doctorate in Criminal Justice. Once I realized that I had no interest in going to law school, I’d spent some time working at a non-profit in Boston. Something Corinne hated. There was little to no money in it, and she had wanted a very expensive ring. Harvard had wanted my knowledge. I’d been published in over a dozen textbooks and co-wrote a book with my mentor two years before, so I had the skills, but I didn’t exactly have the passion to teach a bunch of eighteen year olds who didn’t give a fuck about much other than getting the A and just regurgitating the words I’d spoken. Nevertheless, I pressed on, and I actually didn’t hate it as much as I thought I would.
I look at my phone and notice she hasn’t responded. Chace would probably be rolling his eyes at me right now.
Aidan: Have a good day. I’ll text you later about dinner.
