Sensuality

VI - 5

I come home pretty late and totally exhausted wondering why I am feeling so sluggish. But I don't have the energy to think about it too much. Right after I walk into the apartment I fall asleep on the couch.

That's where Andrew and Mick find me in the morning. Even after six hours of sleep, I am feeling groggy. Then finally at the breakfast table, I have the enlightenment: My energy level is super low. Way lower than it should be after just two and a half days without feeding.

Andrew and Mick offer themselves for a quick boost of energy but thank god it's Friday. Even with morning classes, every student on campus is more energetic today. So like every other student I go out to get me something to pick me up. Unlike everyone else though, who stands in line for a coffee, I walk through the coffeeshop mile on-campus and feed to my heart's content.

5 minutes later I have absorbed enough energy to last till I see Thomas this afternoon which now I am more eager to do than ever. Mick leaves Andrew and me making his way over to his department building and we got some distance between us when I remember I have to tell Mick something. I turn around and run after Mick. He doesn't hear it and jumps when I grab his shoulders.

"What the fuck? Don't scare me like that", he snaps at me.

"Sorry, but I have to tell you something. I spoke with Ember", I say and stop to take a deep breath. He is looking at me with shock in his face. "She wants to explain why she didn't show up for the date. I still don't trust her but you should hear her out. She said it was something personal."

"When did you speak with her?"

"Right before the fight happened ... two days ago", I admit. "Sorry that I didn't tell you sooner but there was so much going on, you know."

"Yeah I kind of had a lot going on too", Mick smirks at me. Thank god. He isn't angry at me. "Thanks for telling me." Then he grabs me by the shoulder, turns me around, and pushes me in Andrew's direction. "Now go to class."

I give Mick a last smile before rushing over to Andrew, who looks at me questioning. So I tell him what is going on. His only response is "Ohh".

A short while after we arrive at our building. Andrew's and my first class today is the class we have with prof Wyle. We make our way through the massive amount of students. I pick up some energy here and there. Snacks for the way you could say. In the middle of all those people, Andrew takes my hand and redirects me to the bathroom.

"I just need to pee real quick", he says and gives me his backpack. While I wait, the majority of the students enter the auditorium. Great now all the good seats are taken. Well doesn't matter really. In two weeks half of those students won't show up anymore. If I learned one thing in my first semester it's that if there isn't compulsory attendance for a class most students won't attend after all the organization is done.

Andrew walks out of the bathroom. I give him his backpack and we walk to the entrance. Unfortunately, there are two gentlemen waiting for us. Please detect the sarcasm.

"What a coincidence. We have this class together?", says the lanky, brown-haired guy on the right. I know I have never spoken to him before or registered him but I recognize him. He is one of the guys who held Mick back when I joined the fighting scene on Wednesday. Guy number two stands beside him.

"What a coincidence", I simply respond and want to make my way around them, when guy number two steps in front of us and blocks the way. It is simply laughable. He is smaller than me and almost exactly as tall as Andrew but he puffs himself up as if he is a bodybuilding bouncer. The audacity is something else and I feel my blood begin to boil.

"Would you let us through please?", Andrew asks. His voice is quiet but calm. I am surprised. It is obvious that Andrew is nervous and scared, at least to me, but a month ago he would have not been able to say a single word. I smile.

"The faggot found his voice", guy two laughs. "How adorable." Pretty obvious that he didn't mean what he said.

'Shut the fuck up if you don't mean the compliment you giant balloon.'

"Thank you", Andrew replies and I can't keep away a laugh. Way to go Andrew. You can take them.

"Shut up", guy one is hissing at me. "You think you're funny, little cocksucker?" He steps dangerously close to Andrew, so I grab his arm and push him away.

"Interesting to hear from a useless sidekick", I throw at him hinting at the fact that it wasn't his idea to harass Andrew. I am pretty sure that was the guy who interfered with Andrew's date and stood at the sideline of the fight grinning. Damn, I really have to find out his name.

His reaction is kind of confirming my belief. He seems shocked that I know that even though that wasn't really difficult to figure out. If they wanted to hide that then maybe their boss shouldn't stand at the crime scene enjoying the action.

But better for me. I have thrown him off. Time for strike number two.

"I bet you had to suck a lot of dick to be his handyman. Otherwise, why would he trust someone as useless as you."

"Hey, I am not the fag here."

"Not. I thought I saw you checking us out just a minute ago."

"Listen, you fucker. If you don't want to end up like your friend then I would fucking stop talking."

I want to reply to something witty but stop when I see prof Wyle walking in our directing. His eyes are fixed on me and he is shaking his head no really slowly. So I take a step back and don't say a word.

Guy number one thinks he won and smirks. "Not so brave now, huh? I knew faggots don't have balls. Who is useless know? Disgusting little pussy."

"I think this is enough", prof Wyle is saying in a deep angry tone. The guys jump up in terror and turn around. "You are in my class right?" Prof Wyle is glaring at our two dickheads.

The guys gulp and nod.

"No, you're not. You don't have to come to my class anymore. Good luck next semester. Maybe you both learned some manners by then." Then he steps around them and signs us to enter the auditorium.

Andrew and I look at each other surprised, shocked, and satisfied. I would still love to kick them both in the balls, but being thrown out of class, an important class, on day three of the semester is humiliating enough. For now.

I think I have an evil smile on my lips when I enter the large room.

Andrew and I find two free seats in the first row. I really want to turn to Andrew and talk about what just happened but out of respect for prof Wyle I stay quiet. It might also have something to do with the fact that we are sitting right in front of him.

So I postpone that to the second morning class. Andrew finds it as cool as I that prof Wyle has our back.

It takes way too much time for the class to end and when finally the clock strikes 1 o'clock, Andrew and I almost storm out of the class room. We are heading out of the building toward the cafeteria to meet up with Mick. Even though I am hungry my mood is really good. Just one more class and I can see Thomas.

Maybe I should call him now. Just telling him that I miss him. But he is probably asleep and I want him awake when I am with him. Although a sleeping Thomas is adorable.

As we come closer I spot Mick walking up to the cafeteria as well. I wave at him. He doesn't wave back. Instead, he just points his finger in direction of the cafeteria building. I follow with my eyes.

What is he trying to show ...