Temporary Fix

CHAPTER TEN

RONNIE

I was behind in two classes.

       I fell behind quickly once I lost faith that Eden was going to sponsor me for school. I was grateful and estatic that she did, don't get me wrong, but the reason I completely stopped giving a fuck about my studies was because I thought that there was no point. Now, I was stuck with the point.

       I had been up all night studying and emailing my professors asking to extend deadlines for me and to let me take the exams I missed.

       That's right. The day I decided to skip classes and dance was the day I had two exams. Since my absence wasn't excused, they were giving me the run around, but since it wasn't like me to miss class they gave me a second chance. I was attempting to cram in everything that would be on the test even though I knew it was a losing battle.

       If I didn't know it now, I wouldn't know it then.

      I was pulled away from my thoughts as a loud groan sounded from my bed.

       I let out a sigh in response. "Yes Karlie."

       I didn't have many days where I had alone time. Matter of fact—I don't remember a whole day that I hadn't seen Karlie except when she was on her family vacations. Other than that Karlie was at my door. Karlie had her own place, yet it felt as if she spent more time in my room than her apartment. She complained of boredom. If only I had the privilege.

She sat up in my bed and scooted to the edge near me. Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion as she placed her chin in her hand. "Let me get this straight,"

"Karlie." I warned.

"No, no, no, no, no. Listen." She raised her manicured fingers in the air. "My best friend is threatened with being torn away from me, and kicked out school that's important to add too," I rolled my eyes, "Rich ass Eden see's something in her, pays for her fucking tuition, and places her dreams back into her will, right? And to celebrate we sit in the dorm and do school work?"

        "Karlie!" I groaned in annoyance.

        I had already explained this to her before she came over here.

        "I fell a little behind and I have to catch back up."

        Karlie hopped off the bed, leaning on the desk I was working on. "Can you catch up next week? We have plans."

        "Who has plans? You have plans."

         "No. We have to go celebrate."

         "What's your defintion of celebrating?"

         "We can go eat and drink wine, or the boys have scrimmage."

        The tips of my ears warmed.

       "No."

        "What? You love watching active shit."

         That was true. I loved watching sports, except for football. I didn't get football. Now, basketball? I loved watching basketball along with volleyball. It was probably two of the best sports to be created. There was grace to basketball and volleyball, much like dance. I saw myself in those players, but I couldn't see myself in a football or baseball players. Maybe there was art to those sports too, just not art that I could relate to.