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If he puts his hands on you, cut them off. 

Morosis 
(n.) the stupidest of stupidities 

Tuesday — September 5, 2023 

Isaac Dunbar and JVKE alternate through the speakers of my Macbook. 

I alternate between two open windows on the current desktop — Onenote, for mapping out the base structure of my Sports and Literature essay due by the tenth of September; and Opera GX, for research on the anatomy of the human body. 

Day 2 and they're already smothering us with assignments like we're dumpsters. 

I switch to Desktop 6, which has three open windows — Opera GX, for reacting to reels Kai keeps sending me because he's a jobless little shit; Spotify, because; and Tor, for scrolling through underground news channels in search of the latest scandals splashed on headlines. 

I do find a scandal, just not as satisfying as I hoped for: Hollywood Actress Cecily Black spotted holding hands with Naples ex-convict at some event in downtown Manhattan preceding Fashion Week. Stylist Sofia Valentino occupies a small column with praises for her work on the actress' appearance on another webpage that doesn't include the ex-convict topic. 

Blackwood Creek is a small city landlocked by Manhattan, Queens, and the Bronx. And why she said she was going to Toronto while she was simply maybe forty-five miles from here makes zero sense. 

That bloody smile on the face of my egg donor ticks me off. 

I close the window with a click a little too aggressive than what my Logitech mouse deserves. Opera takes over the screen and I see an unread message. 

Not from Kai, but from someone named isabelle lightwood's wife. 

Who? 

I open the DM, and Isabelle Lightwood's wife's username reads casxlista_.21, and that sounds an awful lot like Callista which has me thinking about Callista Callista. 

I drop the Macbook on the mattress and roll over on my stomach. 

Sufjan Stevens cuts in between Dunbar and Jake, taking that moment to start murmuring "We're all gonna die, we're all gonna die," and I swallow. 

●⁍●⁍● 

I thought Callista would be fun to fuck around with and then I'd be back to weaving my way through the rest of BCA's female population, but I have to admit — she's grown on me a tiny bit. She's cute, has green eyes, a body to die for, a gorgeous smile that's always on her face; pretty cool to talk to; lowkey has rizz; can be adorably daft sometimes; doesn't walk like a penguin; has beef with Chance Ambrose — which is crazy because I've known Chance for the past three years and he can be a major dick sometimes, but he mostly stays out of the dramatic spotlight by not dealing G or E or Mary Jane, or outright announcing that he'll fuck girls out in the wild in front of the entire school — so that makes her double interesting; her hands don't wander south or north or east or west (don't wander anywhere in fact), and it's maybe sort of frustrating because there's no way I'm losing my edge because sharpen it every damn day at the crack of dawn. 

I'm still a quarter down for a lay, but maybe she could be a cool friend. 

With occasional benefits. Like Hazel.