Grace Notes

Chapter 5

Lola's POV-

"Hey, soul sister, ain't that Mr. Mister on the radio, stereo, the way you move ain't fair, you know?"

My eyes popped open as my ring tone pulled me from my sleep. The sound was loud, unpleasant to hear first thing in the morning-especially on a Saturday.

"Hey, soul sister, I don't wanna miss a single thing you do tonight"

Blindly, I reached over and got my phone off my nightstand. Rubbing my eyes and trying to focus on the bright light, I looked at the caller ID.

Sarah.

I glanced up at the time and saw that it was only 7:30 in the morning. Who was even up this early on a weekend?

"Hello?" I answered the phone sleepily.

"Hey, Lola, sorry, I know it's early, and I know I woke you up" she sounded annoyingly awake. "But, like, I was wondering if I could bring my stuff over now?"

"Now?" I repeated.

"Yeah, I can just come in quietly. You won't even know I'm there, kind of thing"

"Can it wait for this afternoon?" I asked.

"Now is honestly preferable"

I let out a silent moan, letting my head fall deeper into my pillow. "Yeah, that's fine, I guess"

"Thank yo so much, I owe you one" she said before hanging up the phone.

I went to my texting app and sent her the address, then made myself get out of my sleepy haven. I wanted to be fully awake when she got here, if not to make sure that she wasn't a serial killer, or something, it was to help her bring in her stuff.

I took a very quick shower and changed into a tank top and a pair of shorts, then made a cup of coffee. By the time I had mixed in my creamer, I heard the door bell ring.

I took one sip of my coffee, then went to the door and opened it up, then nearly spit out my cup of coffee. Because the person I was expecting wasn't the person that was looking down at me. It was my professor...

"Are you okay?" he frowned as I covered my mouth and tried not to choke

I turned away, coughing into my elbow and nodding. He looked down at his own cup of what I assumed to be tea, however I think he realized it wouldn't help much since I was holding my own cup of liquid that could potentially help my predicament.

That really wasn't what I was most concerned about, though. Sarah would be here any minute and our professor was standing at my door. How could that even be explained?

I brought my mug to my lips and took a desperate gulp, although the coffee was still steaming and burned the inside of my mouth. Forget feeling my tongue later today...

"What are you doing here?" I finally managed to say.

"I brought your car over like I told you I would" he shrugged.

"Why so early?" I asked.

"I was up anyways" he dug in his pocket and handed me my car key.

"You couldn't have texted me first?" I asked.

"How would I have done that?" he tilted his head.

"You do own a cellphone, right?" I raised an eyebrow and tossed my key over to the counter that separated the kitchen from the living room.

"Of course I own a cellphone" a tiny smile teased at the corner of his lips. "I don't, however, own your number"

"Oh" I realized how dumb I probably sounded. "Well...you could have emailed me"