He stood for everything she was against and he wouldn't be caught dead befriending someone like her, but when the worst happens and they find themselves in a similar situation, only then will they realize they need each other to discover the anatomy...
She looked tired. I wasn't about to risk anything by telling her because apart from looking like she hadn't slept or eaten well in a few days, she still looked like she could kick my ass all the way across the border. I looked for her in the hall, but she'd already disappeared.
"It's interesting to see you two back together again," a voice spoke from behind me. It was my English teacher, standing just outside the door to her classroom.
"I'm sorry Mrs. Foreman? Back together?"
"Oh, it's just something I noticed when I was teaching Kindergarten. I had both of you and I remember how you and Santana were inseparable. In fact, during nap time, even if you lay on opposite sides of the carpet, you always managed to find each other, and fall asleep with your tiny little hands interlaced. I hoped you would never lose that. It was really the sweetest thing." She sighed nostalgically and her gaze unfocused with the memory.
A vague image bubbled to the surface. Maybe it was a purely suggestive, conjured based on what she said, but there was something there. Buried deep in my subconscious was a memory of what felt like a dream.
Wrapped in baby blankets, a sticky hand in mine.
"Do you remember?" She looked at me hopefully.
I shook my head. "No."
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"I work today, Caleb," Santana said disinterestedly into her end of the line. "We'll have to do this another day."
"No, we don't have another day. Wait," I pause. "You work?"
I heard her scoff and could already picture her face as she sardonically replied, "Some of us don't have a trust fund to dig into when we need to pay bills."
I thought for a minute. It was Thursday and the fundraiser was days away. We needed to get together and go over some kind of plan to get Farrah's attention in a big way. It had to make an impact. I wasn't sure what more we could do, and this little charade wasn't working.
With a huff of frustration, I asked her what time she got off work. Maybe we could hash everything out tonight and be ready for Saturday.
"At ten. But I have a ton of homework to do."
"You don't do work in class but you're worried about homework?"
"Okay. Goodbye, Caleb."
"No, wait! Sorry. It's none of my business. If you want, I can help you do your homework if you help me do this." I held my breath while she thought about that, silent on the other end.
"Come to the bookstore at eight. It should be slow by then, and my boss will have gone home already," she finally conceded.
"You got it." I wrote down the address and hung up.
The little square on which I found the bookstore was small. It housed a couple of mom and pop shops and one out of place Starbucks. If I didn't know what I was looking for, I wouldn't have seen the little bookstore at all. I stopped by the Starbucks and ordered lattes. Unsure what she liked to drink, I ordered coffee and tea and made my way to the bookstore. I felt a little guilty that we hadn't done much in the way of getting her boyfriend to notice her, but honestly, she was better off without that loser. But what did I care?
