Lies, Secrets and Apple pies

Chapter Four

After math class was psychology 1201, but it wasn't for another hour. It was eleven fifty-five, and I made my way to one of the many student lounges on campus. I took out my planner, which held my work and school schedule, and glanced over today's duties—online math homework. I'll do that at home. Babysitting the Andersons at six. Study psychology notes. I can do that after I put the twins down to sleep. 

 "Hey, Mi'a." My friend,  Alex, greeted me. We had psychology  together, and she was my first friend on campus. We met during our first semester in Summer. She was a spoiled princess who was still taken care of by her parents. Hell, her dad was just here last week to just check on her. As hard as it was for the wealthy students of Peachtree University to learn independence, it was even harder for their parents. 

 "Wassup, Alex?" I greeted her back, hugging her slightly. 

 "Well, let's start with the sixty I got on my PowerPoint presentation in my media class; who knew it was possible to get anything lower than A in that class," Alex whined as she took the seat to my left. 

 I rolled my eyes at Alex laughing at her predicament. "Mhmm, I guess going to that party and winging the PowerPoint wasn't as easy as you thought," I said. Alex shot daggers my way, slapping my arm. Her perfectly manicured hand grazing my skin. Alex and I were about the same height, but she was skinnier and had no boobs or butt. That she always complained about, seeing as I had a double D cup and a nice, round rump, not that I asked or wanted either. 

 "You laugh, but you went to the party too, and it was a party worth going to," Alex said with glee. "Did you see the man I was with too cute! Tall, dark, and smooth-talking. What more could a girl want?"

 "Honesty, loyalty, money. I can go on." I teased, sipping on the apple cinnamon applesauce pouch I brought from home. 

 "Mi'a, you are babysitting way too many babies. You're starting to progress into one. I suppose Wednesday you'll be bringing your teething ring." Alex joked, mocking my snack of choice.

 "For your information, I make good money, and two, these are really good and way more convenient than carrying around cups of applesauce. No spoon needed." I replied with haste.

 "I don't care if it's good and shipped specially from France. I'm not slurping applesauce from a pouch at eighteen in college."

 "Yeah, you'll just slurp on a random junior pe-" Alex slapped her hands over my mouth before I could finish. I nipped her finger, making her withdraw her digits.

 "Don’t be salty 'cause I got some, and you didn't," Alex whispered. 

 "No salty is how your boys. . .juices tasted the other night." I teased Alex meaning no real harm, and the smile that covered her lips told me she knew it.

 Alex crossed her dark, brown arms that were just about the same as my skin color. She rolled her dark brown eyes, her fake eyelashes fluttering. "Mi'a, what would you know about that? You said the farthest you've ever gone with a guy was second base."

 "Well, excuse me for having standards."

 "There are standards, and then there are silly girls waiting for Mr.Right. Now I'm not judging, but what's the percentage of anyone finding Mr.Right, five percent? Now add finding Mr.Right and losing your virginity to Mr.Right. That's like one to three percent."Alex argued, waving her hands around and making quotation marks every now and again. 

 I looked at my smartwatch, and it was just about time for Alex and I to head to our next class. "Alex, no hard feelings, but if I want advice on when and with whom I should have sex with, it won't be from a college student and especially not with you." 

"Why not? I'm going to school to be a relationship counselor. I'm the perfect person to ask." Alex declared, following me down a flight of steps.

 "I thought you were going to school to be a child therapist," I said, turning around briefly before reaching the last step.

 "Yeah, but then I realized, I hate kids."

 "And that didn't come to mind when you choose that major?" It's literally the first word in the name-child therapist." I continued. 

 "Yeah, and what's your point? I'm a freshman. I'm allowed to change my major, ya know." Alex pointed out. 

 She was right but not if you were on a scholarship and had a limited amount of hours for school that the scholarship would cover. That wasn't including the loan I took out either for my major-specific classes. It was money wasted if I changed majors and had to start all over or repeat courses.  Alex didn't need to worry, though; her parents paid for her classes. While I bustled, hustled and. . .