Pretty Boy

thirteen

"What's your first class? I forgot." Khira yelled from inside the bathroom as I quickly stripped of my clothes, changing into some of hers before she walked out and caught me.

"Biology in the lecture hall. We're in the same class, for the fifth time," I rolled my eyes with a small giggle.

"Right!"

Khira opened the door to the bathroom quickly, dropping her clothes onto the floor beside the washing basket. I eyed the pile, darting my gaze back and forth from her to the laundry with a scowl.

She groaned like a child, picking them up and staring directly at me as she threw them into the basket. She stuck her tongue out at me afterwards.

"Thanks." I giggled.

She said nothing, and without an issue, she discarded her clothing in front of me. She threw her shirt over her head and rolled her eyes when I looked away, respecting the idea of privacy.

•••

Khira waved her mother and father off before walking out the door before me, holding it open. I smiled thankfully at her.

"Goodbye Mr-"

"Christopher." Mr. Park corrected me before I had a chance to finish my sentence.

"Christopher." I sighed with a relaxed smile, repeating his name. He nodded me off, bidding me a goodbye as I followed Khira out the door.

I didn't bother saying one word to Khira's mother, because I knew it would sting when she rejected me once again.

"Quickly, we're gonna be late!" Khira screamed from her car, resulting in me having to look around to see if anyone was giving us weird looks at six-thirty in the morning. I shut the door gently behind me, skipping quickly down the steps and jogging over to her.

She stepped on the gas immediately after I shut her car door, the sudden impact swinging my body backwards, hitting the chair with a force that almost winded me.

"Christ, calm down." I coughed up, and she did nothing but giggle as she sped through the streets. They were surprisingly busy for the early morning, so that gave Khira some road rage as she tried to get to campus.

"Get out of the way!" She violently smashed the horn, waving her hand out of the car. "I'm tired and nineteen, and I have to get to my classes!" She honked a couple more times, and I burst into laughter when cars with their windows down in front of us drifted slightly to the side and let us pass through.

"You guys are god's gifts!" She yelled out the window as she zoomed past them, bypassing them by far in a matter of seconds.

"Bless them." She muttered under her breath and my stomach cramped up from my laughter. My faith in humanity has partly been restored.

We soon made it to campus, only slightly late. Khira and I rushed across the car park, darting up the steps, through the doors and down the hall. It was seven-fifteen, and our class started at seven-ten. Unfortunately, professor Sykes was extremely on top of this sort of thing. A minute late, and it was extra studying for the weekend, but no one could tell if it was a bad thing, because it did give us more to learn about what we were looking to in the future. The only difference was, he really liked me, and gave me quite the few chances, and quite the few let-offs.

Khira stopped in her place suddenly, resulting in me bumping into her back.

"What're you doing?!" I whisper-shouted at her, putting my arms out for emphasis.

"You go in first. He likes you more than me." Khira grabbed my arm and pushed me in front of her. I exasperatedly sighed, rolling my eyes and opening the door to the lecture hall slowly.