The Accent

Ch 14 - Lick You From Yo' Head to Yo' Toes

Chapter 14 - Lick You From Yo' Head to Yo' Toes

Being late was becoming a usual thing for me.

I blamed it all on my current American experience. Pre-America I was the most punctual person you could ever meet, seriously, I could sometimes be an hour early for meetings. Post-America it seemed like I was late for everything.

It was Monday afternoon and I was sprinting down a corridor towards my Power and Heat class, I'd completely slept in and missed my morning class with Professor Lake, truthfully, I was still a little bit hungover.

Quinn would probably kill me that I'd left him alone, oh well.

Hence how my American experience was affecting my punctuality.

My bag that was filled with heavy and boring textbooks was thumping painfully against my bare thighs, in my hurry to get to class I'd grabbed the closest clothes at hand, which turned out to be less than professional short short's.

I'm sure Professor Andrews would have something to say about my attire, but I honestly could not give a fuck, it was hot and if I wanted to wear shorts then damn it, I was going to wear them. Last week when I met the surly Professor for the first time I was ridiculously unprepared for the evil little man that he was.

Later I'd learnt that he was the worst and most feared lecturer on campus, always giving out the hardest assignments, stingy with grades and was well known for kicking people out for the slightest thing. One half of me was shitting myself about walking in late, but the other half of me was chilling back with a beer wearing shades and couldn't care less about what he was going to do.

Along with having a lingering hangover I was also drained emotionally from my 'lunch date' with Keeley.

When we'd sat down in the diner and she asked me that first question, she began firing them off like a pro interrogator, I easily thought that I was going to lose the one good girlfriend I'd managed to make here as she kept a stony expression on her face the whole time.

We had a lengthy conversation about it all, she raked over each and every detail of everything I told her, I left nothing out as I explained honestly what happened Sunday morning. After I finished answering her last question she sat back in her seat and crossed her hands calmly.

The minutes passed as she stared at me patiently, like she was looking deep into my soul, I felt like I was on trial for murder and I was waiting for the verdict. After what felt like hours she grinned and laughed. Grinned and laughed!

Like what she had put me through was just a big joke, for the better part of an hour I'd been on edge thinking that I was going to lose a friend and she just laughed it off.

"Keeley what are you laughing at?" I asked slowly, I thought she was crazy and it showed in the way that I spoke to her, she'd gone from one extreme of looking at me like a piece of shit to cackling like the wicked witch of the west within one minute, it was quite worrying.

"You look so worried. If I stopped speaking to everybody that Rhys slept with I wouldn't be able to talk to anyone on campus!" She exclaimed through her laughter.

"So what was all the questioning about then?" I said in confusion, "And, by the way I've told you we didn't have sex." I added sternly.

"I'm nosey," she shrugged and took a long pull from her straw.

"Are you serious right now? You didn't even care and you've just grilled me for like, an hour straight?"

"Nope!" She grinned mischievously.