Listen

It's a sign

"My place." I say turning to face him.

I do not know, but I'm really craving some fries now. I should totally buy a lot, but if I do I will be late for class and penalized.

It's 10.45 in the morning, a weird time to have fries. Period hormones do not care.

.....

Zippy has been going on and on for the past ten minutes about this cute guy for the past ten minutes. No, she's not telling me about her latest love interest, but rather a cute guy I should totally get with for some action. I can almost swear that this is the first time I'm hearing her mention him although she claims to have brought his name up for more than a month now. I do not swear because I am such a poor listener and allegedly have selective amnesia.

"So I think it's a sign because when you were coming down the stairs, so was he. That's not all, you guys were matching steps!" She whisper yells.

I look down and see that her legs and mines are moving in sync, no way is my walk and another man's walk a sign. Zippy is just... Zippy. I tune her out and concentrate on staying within the lines in the pavement. It's just an obsession I have, I do not like stepping on lines in the pavement.

I have another class and it's not something I really fancy. Human sexuality. A class that literally talks about sex and I keep having flashbacks. So, yeah.

Zippy has none, her classes got cancelled so now she's going home or wherever. This is worse than heartbreak. When you have class but your friend has none, or when you do not have class yet your friend does.

"It's pretty cold," I say hugging my trench coat closer as Zippy and I approach the intersection where we go different ways.

"You'd be warmer if you just dated that guy I've been talking about," Zippy whispers in my ear before breaking into a fit of giggles as she heads for the gate. She definitely is not talking about stealing a guys hoodies.

I knew I should have bought something to eat on my way to class. It's cold over here, in the class and it looks like it will rain from how viciously the wind is slapping the trees branches around. It's scary and funny, scary because I am afraid of storms. Funny because the trees branches are moving around like those tube men.

"The phases of the human sexual cycle are..." The lecturer starts but I have already tuned him out.

I know what the phases are, in theory and practical. Especially in practical.

The wind bangs a door from one of the classrooms, obviously empty because most classes if not all are over. Apart from ours. I think our lecturer has a car and does not mind the rain because all that wolf whistling the wind has done accompanied with the constant door bangs making us feel we are in a ghost town does not bother him. Some of us have to walk and catch a matatu.

Others have evening classes, I am one of those others. Above all else, an empty stomach on a cold windy afternoon as if this is a scene in a tragic winter Christmas movie seems not to cross his mind. There is a breed of people so selfish they never care to find out if people around them are okay just because their lives are good. This lecturer is that breed.

13.45 and he does not seem ready to end the class even though we have protested. Next week we will be late for class, purposefully.

...

I can feel someone try and catch up with me as I walk towards my next class. That lecturer ended his class at exactly two. No time to catch a quick snack. I decide to quicken my pace because I am in no mood to talk to people who cannot think twice before approaching me with lines they fished from a gutter or public toilet wall. My speed was not fast enough for whoever that daddy long legs was so plan B, act deaf and dumb. Well, until I heard the voice of the figure walking next to me.

"Hey, need a ride? The class is cancelled." He says

Wait, how does Alex know my class is cancelled?

I quickly scroll in my phone for the class reps number, but I realise that I have never known who it is or their number.

"The lecturer called and said she's not labouring in the cold. Her exact words," he said

I am really confused now. Why would my lecturer call Alex to cancel my class? I think he is confused to think we share a class.

"Uh, okay. Bye, but we do not share this unit." I say turning my face to him as I continue walking to class.

"Of course I do. See, here is another text. I am the class rep, remember?" he says showing me the message on his phone.

Sure enough, it's from the lecturer. But how have I never noticed him taking this unit with me?

Is it a sign?