The Geek And The Jock

Dr Prozac

Felix

"Are you sure you're okay?" Victor asks, sipping his coffee.

From the moment we had woken up till the moment we sat down in the diner Victor asked me that same question countless times without fail.

"Of course, why wouldn't I be? I mean, I'm not physically because of well, last night." I lie to him but wink at the end.

Victor sighs and then giggles, his hair bouncing up and down slightly as he shuffles in his seat.

Although I lied straight up to Victor, the lie was partially the truth. Since last night when I had confessed to Victor I'd been of my meds for a week and yeah, it's only a short time but I guess after all those missed doses it added up and just came out yesterday. Although, talking a pill was hard after the many things Victor did to me whilst I was tied up last night. Although, it makes such a difference to my mood. Just a much more drastic improvement since yesterday.

"We should have a striper pole in your room." I say and Victor almost chokes on his coffee.

"What?" He says, holding a palm over his chest.

"Is you deaf? I said let's get a striper pole installed in your room or something like that." I say and take a sip of my tea, being the typical Brit I am.

"Why on earth would we need one?" He says, running a hand through his hair.

"Because, you were enjoying it yesterday in the club" I remark.

"Oh sush" he bites "you just watch later, you'll pay for what you've said" he says, pointing a finger at me.

I giggle and pull it, Victor giggles soon after. Victor shakes his head and takes another sip of his coffee, a bead of it trailing down the white mug as he places it down.

"Oh yeah sure, I'm so scared awhhhh" I say mockingly, throwing my hands in the air.

"Well, the thing is, I've got a few things up my sleeve" he says, a smirk spreading across his face.

"Oh, sure you do Mary Poppins" I say and Victor kicks me from under the table jokingly.

As the minues pass by I do nothing but stare out of the window and the people passing by. Each one dressed in the similar attire of suits, dress shirts, ties and suit shoes. However, there was a disbelieved look to each of them, in one way or another thier crisp white dress shirt was no longer crease free as it was the morning they left the house for work or female's hair sticking up in random places as if it had been scratched and pushed with a pen, and a finger, countless times. It's odd seeing all of these people, some ending thier day and some starting it. Some going home to something, some nothing at all.

"Food's here" Victor announces and the pin-upesque waitress places two plates of hot steaming food on the table.

"Enjoy y'all. Just holler if you need me" she says and smiles before walking off and going to another table.

Victor glares like a hungry, ravenous animal at his food- the stack of fluffy pancakes with maple syrup dripping down the sides of it like a waterfall proving to be the perfect prey for the hungry Victor. He snatches up a knife and from from the side and begins to stuff his face. I on the other hand slowly eat my two fried eggs and roast, my body not too hungry but mostly tired from school.

It's almost the end of sophomore year for Victor and I and so the teachers are trying, with the little energy they have, to cram the rest of the syllabus into the already tired student's minds. Although thier efforts were fruitless and with the teachers going almost insane trying to talk to brick walls, most of us were coping with the last few weeks untill summer vacation started. Summer vacation would be different this time around: I'd something, and someone, to look forward to in the morning, I wouldn't be feeling so utterly lonely holed up in my room like a cooped up animal seeing everyone have fun, and I'd actually look forward to life. These things I generally didn't do, but actually being able to this year would be a whole new experience in itself, it would be my own little slice of heaven.