Stupid Cupid

I don't mean to brag, but I was an online poker goddess

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Excuse the mistakes

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My brain was ready to explode.

I slammed the physics textbook shut and slid it off the side of my bed to the wooden floor below. I fell back against the unmade blankets on my bed and sighed. I’d just finished piles of homework, and I didn’t think my brain had the capacity to do anything anymore. I was surprised that I was still functioning.

As I raised my hand to brush the hair out of my eyes, I noticed the faint black ink that was somehow still visible on palm, even after my shower last night. That’s when I remembered my encounter with Parker, and the fact that our health questions were due tomorrow. We hadn’t had health today, so I didn’t have a chance to fill in any of the questions.

“Crap,” I muttered, and I felt around on my bed until I found my phone. I checked the time and saw that it was past eight, and I sighed. It wasn’t that late at night, but my parents might not let me out of the house.

However, that wouldn’t matter if I couldn’t find Parker.                                                    

Slowly and reluctantly, I propped myself up on my elbows, and I scanned the phone number printed on my hand. The numbers had faded and smudged some, but the numbers were individually still legible.

A strong part of me really didn’t want to call Parker, since his attitude was irritating. I didn’t like the cocky way he acted like he could get any girl, and the act didn’t work on me. Another part of me, though, just wanted to get these questions done and turned in.

After a few minutes of weighing the options, I punched Parker’s cell number into my phone and held it up to my ear as it rang. Just as I thought Parker wasn’t going to answer, there was a click as the other line picked up.

“Hello?” Parker called, his words coming out in a jumbled chuckle.

“Hey, Parker,” I said tiredly, “It’s Reed.”

“Oh,” he replied, and I could almost hear the smirk stretching across his lips, “What’s up, Baby Mama?”

“Is it necessary to call me that?” I asked, rolling my eyes and frowning.

“Maybe,” Parker drawled, and I heard him laugh and say something to someone else, but the words were muffled to me. “So, what brings you to call me at this fine hour, Reed?”

“We still have those questions,” I deadpanned, and there was a long pause on Parker’s end.

“Shit,” he murmured, “Well, we won’t be able to do it tonight, so I guess that’s a zero.”

“Wait!” I said, sitting straight up, “Why can’t we do it tonight? It’s not that late, and the questions won’t take that long. I can meet you somewhere.”

“I’m sort of in the middle of something that I can’t leave, Reed,” Parker stated.

“Well where are you?” I asked persistently. Now that I’d called Parker, I was determined to get these damn questions done. If that meant going to him, so be it.

The phone crackled as Parker laughed, and he said, “Reed, I’m at a joint on Milton with some gentlemen who would be very pissed off if I left. Look, I’ll try and find you tomorrow morning before health, but if we don’t get the questions done, it’s no big deal.”