Dark Like Me 2: Game of Desire

Chapter 12: Only Choice

My Monday's schedules are always a little hectic, being the beginning of the week. I go to Media Writing for Communications class from 9am to 11am. I sit in the middle of the classroom; there are a few people already in and talking silently. Andy then enters and sits by me.

"Hadn't seen you all weekend." Andy acknowledges my absence.

I am not really in the mood for Andy's attitude.

 I decide to give her a short answer, "Yeah. Been busy."

Andy frowns, "Sirrah, I am sorry for what I said Thursday about your friend. I guess I got jealous because we do not hang out as we used to. You know by ourselves."

I look at Andy. "I know and I accept your apology but sometimes it's good to hang out with different people. I mean you have your sports people you hang out with." I say knowing I am making a good point. "I don't get all angry about that."

Andy glares at me.

I look away. I try to organize my notebooks, trying to look busy enough, so Andy would leave me alone.

The Professor; Professor Burl enters the room with a brisk walk and closes the door behind him. Without hesitation, he begins to hand out a few worksheets and goes to sit at his desk to grade papers. A likely and almost everyday thing he does. He barely lectures and when he does, it is very short and boring. 

"Cole came by my room yesterday." Andy blurts to me.

My heart leaps out but I continue to work on the worksheet, "And?"

"He was a mess. He told me how you left him at the restaurant. He was trying to do something nice for you since he been working hard."

"Yeah, him showing up abruptly after a few months of not speaking to me really makes up for that." I spit sarcastically.

"I am just saying, maybe you should try to see his point of view. He is working on making a better life for the two of you. So, cut him some slack." Andy says.

"Wait a minute," I turn to Andy. "Weren't you the one that told me I should leave him just last week? Now because you and he had a little pep talk, you think I should continue to try to make it work. Fuck outta here, Andy." I am a bit surprised at myself with that last sentence I said. I have never been one to curse or use harsh curse words.

"I am just saying; hear the man out, Sirrah. Don't be such a sourpuss about him working."

Sourpuss? I thought. Feeling a little disrespected and confused. Also feeling like I could really punch Andy in her throat. I gather my things, move to the back of the classroom, and set up.

"Andy getting on your nerves again, Sirrah?" Loribelle Whitfield asks with a smirk, already knowing the answer.

"Yeah, she is," I tell Loribelle as I begin on my worksheet. This has happened a few times, every time Andy would get on my nerves, I would move to the back of the classroom. 

"I bet." Loribelle has a very thick southern accent that I sometimes found it hard to understand most of the time. "Well, you can hang here with me and Jimmy Don for a while."

Jimmy Don waves from his book, I wave back. "Thank you. Depending on how I feel I may move back here permanently."

"I don't blame you," Loribelle says not focused on the worksheet but on her anime comic book, she had been drawing for a few months. "I have Andy for P.E. and she believes she's better at everything. Even though she can't run worth a damn or jump worth a damn. She is just like a big blob sometimes and most of us wonder why in the hell is she in the Personal Training Program."

I chuckle at that, knowing it is true. I know it is wrong to laugh at my friend, but for the time being I am really starting to question rather Andy really is my friend now. 

When class is dismissed, I pack up, turn my worksheet in, and leave the class before Andy could catch up to me. I no longer wanted to hear her try to convince me to give Cole another chance. I didn't want to hear anything of that nature, I just wanted to be left alone for a while with my own thoughts.