Thin Line

5. Delinquent activities

I had gotten to the library 20 minutes later than we agreed on, so naturally, when I got there, I was prepared to profoundly apologise and try to make it up to him in one way or the other.

But when I got there, he was nowhere to be seen.

So I thought, maybe he did come but left when he didn't see me, but the ladies at the desk had claimed they hadn't seen a 'tall beautiful kind of scary dude'.

So I sat and waited.

Kind of like I did in class. I waited until it was 12:40 pm, then I mustered up enough courage to send him a message.

Hey, I'm here, let me know when you're going to arrive.

I waited until 1:00 pm for a response that never arrived. It was 20 minutes of leg tapping, pen fidgeting, constantly going into the message to see if he had seen it, impatient waiting.

And it was somewhere around that time when I eventually accepted that he either a, died, hence the lack of show and reply or b, he was just really that much of an asshole. My gut went with the latter.

At this point I was angry, a little too angry for the situation. I don't know what it was. Maybe that I kept thinking that he agreed to meet up to intentionally stand me up and get a laugh out of it, or that he planned all along to contribute nothing to the assignment.

I even thought about not doing anything just so that he'd fail, you know, sinking the same ship I was on just to drown the captain. But UCLA tugged at the back of my mind so I crossed that thought out.

Instead, I spent the entire day on Sunday, in that same library chair that numbed my ass, and I finished that assignment on my own.

It took a total of three mental breakdowns, a pack of redbulls and a whole lot of cussing, but I got it done.

Whether the work was sufficient enough to secure us an A, was a different story, but I really did try. Not for him, for me.

By the time I exited the library, it had gotten dark and even the lady at the front gave me a sympathetic smile. I got into my car and drove home, still somewhat angry at how the entire day had panned out.

"Hello" I called out, closing the front door behind me.

"In here!" came a reply.

I dropped my bag off in my room and walked down the hall into moms room, she was frantically walking around, her hair pinned up in those curly things no one uses anymore, and her makeup done nicely.

"And where do you think you're going on this school night?" I mocked her, diving into her bed.

She appeared out of her closet holding two dresses, "John is taking me on a date. Now which dress?" she held a maroon bodycon dress against her body then swapped it with a navy three quarter peplum dress.

I pointed to the navy, "Look, I'm not saying he's not the one, but John is an awfully basic name." I mumbled, turning on my back.

She ignored my comment and proceeded to get ready, once she was done she made me give her a final look over.

"Wow, you're really dressed up. Doctors dating sure calls for expensive dates by the looks of it."

She put her hands on her hips and looked at me with concern, "Okay, what's wrong? You're being moody. More than usual."

I wasn't going to ruin her night just because my day was ruined. She looked amazing, especially for her age. She still had that good figure, nice hair, good skin.