Scars of your love

Chapter 12

I stare at my corrected calculus paper blankly.

I'm sure my mouth is wide open but it feels as if all the muscles are frozen and I can't make them move.

I got A- in calculus.

A-.

In.

Calculus.

Slowly my senses kick in. Excitement is flooding through my body, adrenaline rushing in my veins and my head is buzzing with the zeal of the situation.

For rest of the class, I am on high spirit. I listen to Mr.Jensen even though I didn't grasp most of it.

I'm just waiting for the hour to finish so I can call Alex. I want to listen to his voice when I say my grade for the calculus exam.

No sooner the bell rings  I dig out my phone from the bag and dial Alex number as fast as  I can.

Excitement is radiating from my body. I am tapping my foot against floor waiting to give Alex the news.

It goes straight to the voicemail. I dial his number once again, hoping to hear his voice.

But still no response and once again it goes to voicemail.

"Hey, it's Tris. I just..... just call me asap."

I look at the watch and note the time.
Shit. I am going to be late for the ethics class.

Now I have to endure two-hour long ethics class. I should have changed my subject before the deadline. But I couldn't decide if ethics is better or worse than astronomy.

I hope Ethics is better.

Thankfully after that class, I am free for the complete day and even for the weekend. Or as free it can get.
I have assignments and papers that I have to submit before Thanksgiving that is less than one month from now.
This time I will get everything done on time. Yes, the same promise I do to myself and the same one I break each and every time. I push them aside as I take a seat at the back of the class.

Mr.Geller is the kind of professor that makes the already boring as hell subject to more boring. He drags staring about some philosophers and their theories.
I rest my head on my palm when I notice David from the party. He catches my eye and looks away swiftly.

Okay! That was awkward. But who cares.

I look at mobile to see if I have missed anything from Alex. Still I have received nada.

Okay. This is ridiculous. He is not hanging every second for my message or call. He has his own life and I am just a friend that he sometimes spends time with.

I ponder over fast we became friends. From a complete stranger to a friend to someone I hate to again friends to best friends- or maybe in my crazy mind.

Past one week, we have met more than a couple of times., usually for lunch which is the most convenient for both of us in the hectic schedule. And past one week I have learned a little about Alex. I got to know which are his home bases. So I usually don't touch them, wary of his reaction. At the same time, I got to know that he hates yogurt and prefers meat to chicken.

He also has something that I don't.

High alcohol tolerance.

On Saturday night, he dragged me to this club known as Fire. It is the newest and hottest club. I also used something I haven't used for more than a year and a half.

My fake ID.

Which bought back all the memories, the guilt and most of all the disgust I feel. This made me drink a little too much at the club. Alex didn't drown in memories and alcohol and remained a little sober so he can drive us home.
I don't know if Alex noticed something but he didn't let it know.