Colorblind [h.s]

12

I walk out of my Business Analytics final at 4 pm on Friday with my head held high, feeling drained, but very confident that I aced it. Four hours is a long exam.

Liam helped me study at the library again yesterday, and I honestly don't know what I would've done without him. I make a mental note to thank him next time I see him, which will probably be relatively soon, considering the boys have been keeping tabs on me all week.

Niall briefly mentioned yesterday that I had more training to do before my first deal when I caught him following me to the library to study, but I yelled at him and told him to fuck off before he told me when exactly that would be happening.

I don't regret it, though. You'd think for a drug dealer who's served time in prison, he'd know how to be inconspicuous when trailing someone.

He was five feet away from me the whole time and clearly wasn't paying attention to where he was walking, because I heard him run into a metal trash can when I was crossing the street. And even though my back was to him, I know it was a trash can because he cussed it out immediately after.

I decide not to think about any of the boys or whatever my "training" could be, at least not until they inevitably show up again. Right now, I'm focused on being done with my first semester of my senior year.

It's beautiful outside today – the sun is shining and there's a light breeze, so I decide to enjoy the weather and take the long way home.

I head towards the direction of the coffee shop so I can say hi to Evelyn, who I've become good friends with this past week, and so I can splurge on the $10 slice of german chocolate cake that I've been eyeing all week.

I plug my headphones in and hit shuffle on my 'walking home' playlist, and start to bob my head to the music as the opening notes of Suicide Saturday fill my ears.

40 minutes later, I get a call from Bella as I'm exiting the coffee shop.

"Hey, Bels, what's up?" I say into the receiver.

"OMG, okay I just met the cutest guy ever, but first, how did your exam go?"

"Totally aced it," I laugh, smiling proudly to myself. "But we can talk about that when I get home. Now what's this about meeting the cutest guy ever?"

"Okay okay, SO, I was over in RC at Cannabis Love picking up bud for the weekend, right. And I'm talkin' to Martha and she's telling me about this new strain they're getting restocked over the weekend that's apparently been selling like crazy, right. It's called like Bruce Banner I think and it gets you like crazy high and she told me she had some extra in the back that she'd been saving for me to try, right," She pauses, waiting for me to respond.

"Oh cool, that's the name of The Hulk, right?"

"Bitch, I dunno! Ask Caroline, she'd know, but that's not the important part of the story!"

"Fuck, sorry! Go on go on."

"Okay, SO, this guy overhears our conversation and asks if there's any extra he could buy too, although I didn't have the heart to tell him that because it's Martha I won't be paying for it, but Martha's like 'no sorry cutie the last bit I have is for B but we'll have more in by tomorrow night' and the guy's like 'oh damn that's too bad I won't be here then' and if it was any other guy I would've just taken the quad and left but VI, when I tell you this dude was FINE, HE WAS SO FINE." She's screaming into the phone now and I have to pull it away from my ear a tad so as to avoid bursting an eardrum.

"Anyways," she continues, "I told him that he could smoke some of it with me and we exchanged numbers and he's coming over later to smoke with us and-"