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Marcus lit a cigarette and puffed it thoughtfully. “I like being in love. You’re planning on making a career out of this? Not judging. You know what I do.”
“I’m not thinking beyond this spring.” I tossed my hair back. “Promise not to tell anyone. On your grave, swear it. No one knows but you.”
Marcus raised his eyebrows. “Quite a secret to have.”
“Swear it.”
“I won’t tell a soul. Were you serious about borrowing my notes for Lit class?”
“Yes.”
He took a notebook out of his woven bag, flipped it open, and handed it to me.
“Thanks.” I reached for my tote bag, got out my laptop, and began typing his notes. The taps echoed in the quiet air. Smoke from his cigarette wreathed us, and I paused to bat it away. He exhaled in the other direction.
“How’re you doing in this class?”
“Oh…horribly.” It was so easy to speak the truth now.
“Why didn’t you drop? Deadline was last week.”
“I’m not a quitter.”
“Sometimes quitting is worth it.”
I typed faster.Themes…motifs…..symbols…
“Why are you taking the class?”
“I like these kinds of books. I wanted to take a class just to learn. That’s all.” The keys clattered.
Marcus rubbed his palms on his plaid pants. “You know, if you’re so stretched for money right now that you have to be a…companion, I can give you a discount on the Adderall. Or you could quit.”
“Are you trying to put yourself out of business?”
“I’m not hurting.” He grinned. “Don’t worry, you’re not responsible for my income.”
“Let’s say I do quit.” I stared into Marcus’s brown eyes. “How would I feel?”
“How much are you taking?”
“One a day. Usually.”
“Usually?”
“Almost always.”
“You’d feel fine for a day or two. Then you’d crash for a few days. After that, you’d feel slow and blah. Ordinary. You wouldn’t be Supergirl. Eventually you’d even out and get used to it.”
I snapped my laptop shut. “I’m not quitting.”
“Lady Christina…you can’t stay on it forever.”
“Thanks for your notes. I’ll try to make sense of them at home.”
“You could find a tutor. Believe me, there’s no shame in asking for help.”
We both stood up. There was an awkward moment where a hug might happen. It didn’t. Marcus brushed invisible lint off his purple coat while I fiddled with my hoodie.
