AllFreeNovel
Share Us
It’s Monday at 1:00 in the afternoon. Mercifully, my last class of the day was canceled, so I’m finished unusually early.
I’m in an irritable, terrible mood because of my momentary slip in judgment over the weekend. It’s also possible that I’m in a terrible mood because I was more aroused on Saturday night than I’ve even been in my entire life, and it never came to fruition.
Thankfully, I didn’t have neuro today. I don’t think that I’m ready to face him just yet.
I walk out of the building, and down the front steps of the medical school. I see Aunt Cass in her car waiting for me. She motions for me to come over. I walk over. “What’s up?”
“Get in.”
“Why?”
“Because we’re going for a drink.”
“It’s 1:00 on a Monday.”
“And?”
I roll my eyes, make my way around to the passenger side, and get in. “Normally I have another class on Mondays. Were you just loitering or stalking me? Waiting out front on the off chance I came out two hours earlier than normal?”
She doesn’t bat an eyelash. “I have my ways.”
We get to an upscale bar. She orders us two vodka martinis. The bartender brings our drinks in less than thirty seconds. She winks at him. “Thanks, Ralph.”
He winks back. “Anything for you, Cassandra.” Of course, she knows the bartender. She’s probably slept with him. Why can’t I just sleep with random bartenders? My life would be so much less complicated.
I turn to her. “So, are you going to tell me why the fuck I’m drinking vodka at 1:00 on a Monday?”
“Quite a mouth on you today. Are you going to tell me why the fuck you looked like you were going to rip everyone to shreds at our dinner last night?”
“I was hungover.” That’s a lie.
“Bull. Fucking. Shit. Reagan and Skylar said you only had like two drinks, and then bailed early to study. Something has got you all twisted up. We’re not leaving until you talk to me about it. It’s more than your normalnever getting any actionuptight demeanor.”
She’s really pissing me off. It’s not like I was in a great mood to begin with. “Fuck you! I don’t need your shit right now! You’re not my mother!”
She gives me a sympathetic look. “I’m temporarily the closest thing you have to it, so spill it.”
I feel tears in my eyes. “What if it’s not temporary?”
“It is. She just needs more time. It won’t happen tomorrow, but she’ll recover. I’ll gladly pinch-hit in the meantime.” She takes a sip of her drink. “Harley, give her a minute. She’s completely broken-hearted.”
I don’t realize it, but I mumble, “She’s not the only one.” Oh crap. Why did I say that?
She looks surprised. “Who broke your heart?”
“Me. I broke my heart.”
“I don’t understand.” I’m silent. She eventually raises her voice. “For crying out loud. Talk to me, Harley.”
I down the whole martini at once, and motion to Ralph the fuck buddy that I need another.
I turn to her and look at her in the eyes with the defiance that I feel. “Ifuckedmy professor. I want to keepfuckingmy professor. But I can’tfuckhim because he’s myfuckingprofessor. There. Now you’ve heard it. Are you happy?”
“Why would your unhappiness make me happy?”
I put my head down in defeat. “I’m not unhappy. I’m messed up in the head.”
“Give me the story.”
