OOPSIES;) (Calum Hood & Roy English)

Chapter 4

"Crap, crap, crap!" I was quite literally sprinting up the stairs to my 8am class, and it was currently 8:23. I can't believe that I freaking overslept my alarm on the day my 8 o'clock class had our first exam. I am, as some would say, a grade freak. I will quite literally cry myself to sleep if I get a C on any assignment, so the idea of not being able to finish an exam makes me feel like I'm gonna throw up. My hands were shaking so hard I struggled to open the door to my classroom.

I felt everyone's eyes snap to me when I opened the door. My anxiety was already through the roof, and the feeling of people's stares was not helping.

"I am so sorry I'm late," I whispered to my professor.

"It's ok," He said, "Here's your exam, don't rush though and mess it all up just because you're stressed, ok? Take a deep breath and just do everything you can."

"Thanks," I took the papers from his hand, and turned to take the empty seat beside Luke.

We made eye contact and he raised his eyebrow at me as if to say, I never thought I'd see the day you would be late to an exam.

When the time was up I had only not gotten to the last 3 questions, not bad but I hate leaving questions blank. I stood up, handed in my exam, and walked out to find Luke waiting for me.

"Not too bad?" He asked.

"Not amazing, but not horrible. I only left the last three blank," I sighed.

"Hey," He said, wrapping his arm around my shoulder, "With your grades, one not perfect exam grade will not make you fail the class. You will be fine, Cal."

I groaned, "I mean I know, but unfortunately my anxiety doesn't respond to logic."

"Come on," Luke pulled me toward the stairs, "I'll buy you lunch after classes are over."

I immediately perked up at the thought of free food, "P Terry's?" I asked.

"Whatever you want," Luke laughed.

After we finished our respective classes, I met up with Luke at his car to get lunch. We picked up our sandwiches, and headed to the nearby park to have a mini picnic.

We sat on a cute park bench and talked about random things, just enjoying each other's company.

We had drifted into silence for a minute before Luke turned to me and asked, "How did you decide to get tattoos?"

I looked at my friend confused, "What do you mean?"

"Like how were you just like, yeah I'm gonna get a tattoo."

"Umm, I don't know, I never really had a clear thought process. I like the look of other people with tattoos, and thought what the heck I like them so why not get one. Why? Are you thinking of getting one?"

"I'm not sure, me and Sierra have talked about getting like promise tattoos when we get engaged, but I'm not sure how I feel about it. I mean I don't have any, and she has maybe three that she's told me about."

"Does she know you bought a ring?" I asked, taking another bite of my veggie burger.

"I think so," Luke responded, "but I won't be sure until I pop the question, and I have no idea when I'm gonna do that."

"Hmm, I mean I think that's so cute. I'm not sure if you want to take my advice though," I laughed, referring to my many tattoos, "I get them without even assigning a meaning sometimes, so I'm not sure if you can trust me."

"I'm more scared about what other people will think," Luke sighed, "I know it's stupid to think about because it's my body not anyone else's, but I've heard people comment some not very pleasant things about people with tattoos. I love being a Christian, but golly they sure do know how to judge others."