I sat down in Teager hall with my sandwich. I was waiting for my buddy, Chase, to meet me here, so I tore into the packaging and began hungrily devouring my tuna on rye. It was one in the afternoon and I hadn’t had anything to eat. I was starved. After gulping down the first half of the sandwich, I forced myself to employ some discipline and slowed my actions down to a crawl. Propping my elbows up on the table and holding my sandwich in front of my face without taking a bite, I began to survey the room for Chase.
Everyone was hustling about. Clocks had just hit the fifty mark, which meant that most classes, including my most recent one, were getting out. Luckily, I had ducked out of class early to order my sandwich because the line at the tiny soup and salad station was out the door. People were either cracking open books to study or shoving the books they had just been studying in their bags so that they could make it to the class they had in ten minutes.
I was still scanning the crowd for Chase when something caught my eye. Sorry, someone caught my eye. A girl walked in the doors in high heels and a skirt that should have counted itself lucky that she was wearing it. Her outfit was a little diplomatic meets grandmother, but the way she pulled it off was taking me places. She flipped her curls over her shoulder and started to walk along the line. She probably smelled good. She looked like she would smell really good. She reached the middle of the line, then seemed to notice something for the first time. She looked at the people in line with slight shock in her expression, seemingly laughed at herself, then moved toward the back of the line. I guess she hadn’t noticed that the line ended practically out the doors that she had entered through.
Before she could make it through the doors, though, a guy in line offered her the place in line in front of him. She smiled and opened her mouth to say something. I wanted to hear what her voice sounded like. But the woman behind him barked in protest, “Hey, we’re all waiting here, you know! She can’t just push ahead of us, we’ve been here! We all have class to go to, as well, sweetheart!”
The man seemed to be considering this for a moment, then he gestured for the girl in the skirt to stand by him. She moved closer, but seemed to be denying his offer. The man looked to be insisting, then he stepped out of line and walked to the end of it. I chuckled. Well, guess that solves the problem.
SMACK! “Aaaaouch!” I groaned as Chase’s hand came in contact with my now red-tinted back.
“Hey, Princess!” Chase smirked, “What’s been hangin?” He plopped down in the seat next to me with a Sonic meal, two muffins from the coffee hut, and a Red Bull.
“Jesus, Chase! What the hell?” I asked, attempting to rub the unattainable spot on my back that he had assaulted.
“Don’t be such a priss!” Chase teased as he shoved his face full of SuperSONIC bacon double cheeseburger. Chase was on the school’s baseball and football teams, an independent swim team, and was a gym junkie in denial. His metabolism was lightspeed fast so he was always eating and always eating a lot.
I shook my head and took a bite of my sandwich. “Hey, do you know that girl over there?” I asked him, pointing to the girl in the skirt, who had moved to the front part of the line now. Chase had been with 85% of the girls on campus and another 8% of the girls fantasized about it daily. The rest were usually lesbians.
Chase took a look at the girl and whistled with his mouth full of burger, “Wow,” he said, taking two more bites, but never taking his eyes off her. He chomped while fully looking her over. He swallowed, then asked me, his eyes still looking in her direction, “You know her?”
I shook my head. “No. I thought you might.”
Chase shook his head, too. “But, I’d like to.” His eyes finally returning to his burger, then to me. “Why do you ask?” he prompted, chewing loudly.
