Smoke And Mirrors

•Two•

The next morning I wake up to my alarm. I turn it off—sitting up. I am fully awake, I get sleep but it doesn't settle into my body—It's like I charge in the night instead of sleep.

I bring my body to the closet that had fancy clothes that were hundreds of dollars. My
Mother had wanted me to go school shopping before the semester started—so now my closet is full.
I pick out brown plaid patterned pants that pulled over a thin maroon sweater quite nicely. I pull the outfit all together with a belt and brown heeled boots.
I finish getting ready by doing my hair and makeup before putting on a coat dark brown overcoat that came down to my ankles, it was such a dark brown it almost looked black.

I then make my way across campus to my first class—carrying my messenger bag on my left hip which held all my essentials for class.
I had put a password on my phone that morning—which I had mistakenly not done.

I sit down in my seat and pull out my laptop and note book. Placing them perfectly so I have enough room for my arms on the table along with room to write and type—all while leaving room for the people who sit next to me.

I tucked a piece of hair behind my ear and watch as people walk in. Everything was going smoothly—just like I like it. A boring day, in a boring class—but nothing going wrong.
I took as detailed notes as I could do I didn't fail this test I had at the end of this week.

Class starts, it was a lecture, which isn't particularly my favorite—but it's not the worst.
I'm the middle of the class my phone started ringing—all the students turn to look at me. My body heats up like a fire, my face getting deep red. I slam my finger on the decline button.

"Thank you, whoever that was." My professor played it off.

I sigh as everyone turns their backs to me. I cover my face with one hand as I wrote down notes, my hand writing becoming sloppy from my hand shaking from embarrassment.

My phone rang again, I had turned down the volume, but it was still loud compared to the silence in the room. Again, people look at me—annoyed and disappointed.

"Sorry-" I say and decline the call, seeing it was Jake's contact, his stupid face filling my phone screen.

"Do you need to answer them?" He called to me.

"N-No," I shove it in my bag.

"Thank you...as I was say-"

Then the stupid phone rang again. Everyone—and I mean everyone—turns to me, glaring.

"Leave my class, answer. The matter of the phone call seems urgent."

"My sincere apologizes." I say and run out into the hall with my phone, answering it.

I put the phone to my ear, "What the fuck!"
A janitor passes by, flinching at my words
"Oh- no, sorry n-not you." I put my hand up.

"Oh, so that wasn't meant for me?" Jake's voice comes through my speaker.

The janitor nods a little, a nervous smile on his face and then walks away quickly.

"No, it was. You just made me scare the living shit out of a old man."

He laughs, "Oh wow, that would've been funny to see."

I ignore him and go straight to the meaning of the call. "Why are you calling me? Are you dying or something—I wouldn't care anyway."