Coquettish Concupiscence

Tuesday: Classes, Sheds, and Metal Ashtrays

Zach's POV: 

He has been missing for two days straight. I think as I sit in our Liberalism and Globalism 304 class. I take a moment to admire how amazing it is that he is even enrolled in the class, I mean, to take a 304 class is not easy and you need, like, prerequisites and shit just to be in it. It never ceases to astound me how brilliant and hard working Alec really is. He must have been enrolled in college classes all through high school to be where he is now. 

A warm feeling washes over me as I think about him, immediately followed by a cold spike to my chest as I remember how this train of thought got started. 

Alec is missing. He's vanished. Gone. Evaporated off the face of the Earth.

Worry hits me like a wrecking ball, effectively squeezing the air out of my lungs. I understand, vaguely, what extent he must have gone through to get where he is today. What he must have given up, nights alone in his room cramming for test after test. Many sleepless nights trying to finish his college work, drowning in all the homework he had for his high school classes. He must have skipped every party that ever happened, must have denied himself a social life, or convinced himself he didn't need one. 

I know what he has gone through, which is why I also know there is no way in hell he would start slacking now. Alec takes his classes too seriously to just disappear without a reason. There has to be a reason. He would never voluntarily ditch his classes.

I drop my hand into my backpack and pull out my phone. The professor gives me a look and I suddenly have the feeling he is going to dock me a few points in the "class participation" portion of his grading system, but at the moment I couldn't care less. 

The contacts app pops up and I scroll around for a minute, searching for the correct number. 

Basic Straight Boy (Mike)

Becca

Calem (Hunter's little boy toy)

Chris (from the backroom at hooters)

Names of people I know scroll by as I continue my search.

Suck a Fat Foot Jake

Sassy Twinny

Twinny Boy

Finally I come to the contact I am looking for. My finger hovering over the words, Wish U Were Mine. I press my finger to it and watch as it expands, showing a picture of a sound asleep Alec. He looks stunning, with his eyes closed softly and his hair lightly brushing his face, just above his eyes. He looks younger in the picture, no semblance of the fiery disposition he has when he's awake, he looks calm. Like he doesn't have a care in the world.

My breath catches as I look at it. Not an uncommon occurrence as of late, but definitely uncommon in the grand scheme of things, after all, only two people in my life have ever caused it. I click on the screen again and watch as the text box pops up. 

Alec, it's Zach

I send and wait a minute before sending another. 

Where are you?

R U alright?

Nothing comes for almost ten minutes and my pulse quickens, my anxiety rising. Come on Alec Please, I beg silently. At last my phone buzzes, shocking me so deeply that I nearly fall out of my seat. I open my messages and see one from Alec, I immediately click on it. 

I'm sorry this phone has been deactivated or is no longerr in service. Please check the number and try again later.

It reads and I almost laugh at the ridiculousness of it all. Quickly I send a message of my own.