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“Shoo. Go away. You're getting enough of my best friend's time; she’s mine right now,” Bianca says, pushing her brother out of the door and closing it.
“She’s my best friend too!” he shouts through the door.
“Fuck off!”
“Bee.” I snort a laugh. “You're pissing all over me right now.”
“Good.” She nods. “Then he will know who you really belong to.”
“I can’t even with you two.” I shake my head with a grin and grab my bag.
When we open the door to leave, Bishop is still there. “What the hell? Ewww!” Bianca shouts as Bishop sticks his finger in her ear. “Did you just give me a wet willy?!”
He takes off into his room, cackling like a madman as he slams the door shut.
“I hate you!” she shouts, wiping at her ear with a horrified look on her face.
I can’t help it, I burst into laughter. “Traitor!” she gasps.
“I’m sorry, but you both are too much sometimes,” I reply between laughs.
“That’s it, we’re fighting!” she huffs and takes off down the hallway.
“Bee. I’m sorry!” I call after her as I follow, still laughing.
“Liar!”
THANKFULLY, WE GOT to class on time. But I still had trouble paying attention. All I could do was look at the coffee cup on my desk and think about how sweet it was that he brought me one. He remembered not only one but two of my favorite drinks.
And he thought to get me one when he was getting his own.
Now, I’m sitting in my second class of the day, and he’s blowing up my phone, texting me funny memes. Looking up, I see my professor writing something on the board so I take the chance to text back.
Me: I’m in class! You're making my phone go off like crazy.
Ship: But I’m bored!!! My professor is droning on and on about some dead dude and I’m seconds from joining him in his grave if this man doesn’t stop.
I snort out a laugh then slap a hand over my mouth and look up to see my professor glaring at me.
I mouth sorry and slink down in my seat. Putting away my phone, I try to pay attention.
Buzz. A few seconds later. Buzz. And then another. Buzz.
Rolling my eyes, I open his text again.
Ship: Where did you go? Don’t abandon me when I’m on the brink of death!
Me: You are such a drama queen. What class is it anyways?
Ship: Business Ethics.
My brows furrow.
Me: What does that have to do with some dead guy?
Ship: That's what I’m asking myself! I have no idea. It’s some dude he knew who died before they could follow through with some business idea they had together. Save me, Shorty!
I grin.
