Fuck This

Fuck This 2 - Marc

Marc walked into his 8 a.m. art class, though the class was excruciatingly early for most of his peers he liked it. He liked the fresh morning air he got while walking from his dorm to his class. He liked how it wasn't too hot yet, even though back home it was much colder still. He called the weather at his university during the spring mornings "granny-smith-apple weather." The small bite of cold reminded him of the tart bite in an apple. He enjoyed the walk to his early morning class and enjoyed the class itself. The class was only 15 students, many of which he already knew, and he had already had this professor twice before. He enjoyed the intimacy of it. The one-on-one time he got with his peers and his professor, the laidback feeling of the class, the stories that were shared. Overall it was an experience he'd enjoyed a lot. But today, he dreaded every part of it. He felt exhausted, even though he went to bed a little earlier than he usually does and even stayed in bed longer, he felt like he was dragging *with strings* his body through the day like a puppeteer with a very heavy puppet. He felt deflated, like all he really wanted to do was lay down.

His heart lifted when he saw Alice, his favorite classmate, sitting at their usual spot but that was very short lived, he knew she was going to ask the question she always asks and knew that she was going to know something was wrong with him.

"So, did you finally ask that girl out yet? How'd it go?" she asked, smiling, as he sat down.

"Literally could not have gone worse," Marc replied defeated.

"Oh shit. What happened? If you want to talk about it, of course." There were so many things about Alice he appreciated. He truly believed she was the only person he had met that was as thoughtful as he was. He knew most thoughtful people probably don't think about themselves that way, but he did. They were both constantly looking out for other people and doing what was the best for them, even if they didn't know they wanted it themselves. They were both considered amazing gift-givers and were often asked for favors since they could never say no.

"Okay class, let's jump right in," the professor started, "we are starting to prepare for the final exam, so this will be more of a boring lecture class so that I know we went over everything and make sure you don't have any questions. Then the next two weeks you are free to finish your final project or get more in-depth time on anything if you need it."

"I'll send you my notes later today, don't worry about it," Alice said. Though Marc doubted he'd need them, this was his easiest class and he'd paid attention the whole semester.

"Thank you." It was refreshing for him to be around someone and not have to be aware of everything all the time, and instead have someone think about him for once, not have to ask for small things, because she just understood and got it right away. The class dragged on, but eventually it ended, and he and Alice left together like they usually did.

"So do you want to talk about it?" Alice asked as they walked out of the building.

Marc sighed, "yeah, I guess if I were going to get advice from anyone it would be you," he replied, hoping talking about it would make him feel better. "So, I was ready to ask her out, like for reals, I had planned to ask her out when she came back to my place after hanging out with our group. But no, she decided to fuck John instead."

"I'm sorry, WHAT?" Alice stopped in dead her tracks. "Start from the beginning, I don't care if I miss the rest of my classes. I have to know!"

***

So yesterday, the five of us were hanging out at John's house, being dumb. And you know how Sandra plays rugby, right? Well, she had come straight over from practice and I guess they have their last tournament next weekend, and she is starting for the first time, and are preparing for it so they were doing full contact. Think she even mentioned hitting her head. So, unsurprisingly, she was stretching a lot to help her keep from getting stiff and what not. Anyways, so she was there stretching, wearing my jacket, and I was losing my mind, all I could think of was what she smelt like, touching her, and kissing her, and being with her, and ... I decided I was ready to be alone with her, but I also didn't want to stop hanging out with everyone, so I came up with a plan.