Time And I

Thirty-Two

"I still can't believe you actually got suspended," Buddy laughed as he drove us to school.

I shrugged and smiled, unable to help being proud of myself.

"Some girls videoed you screaming at him and sent it around the school. A lot of people are pissed at Jett. Misaki even broke up with him in front of everyone in the cafeteria," he cackled. "She was totally trying to shame him for his behavior."

"Glad to know I will now graduate a legend," I smirked, flipping my hair over my shoulder.

"Aw, come on. You knew you were going to graduate a legend no matter what. Especially now with this band of yours. People will know your name, and everyone will see just how amazing you are."

"Yeah, right. Half the girls will still hate me since we're friends. Now they're going to be pissed," I snorted. "Oh well. They can suck it."

"Ladylike as always."

I snapped my fingers. "Always, bitch."

We laughed as Buddy pulled into the Dunkin Doughnuts drive thru and bought me a mocha and him an iced caramel. "What do I owe you?"

"A beautiful smile," he teased.

"I will spill this over your head."

He may have laughed, but he knew I would. Only if he truly warranted it, though.

"How's Devon holding up?"

"Not good," I winced.

"Panic attack?"

"I mean, he's freaking out. It's bad."

"God, how bad was it?"

"He was texting me all night and ever since I woke up. If he calls me, then it'll be real fucking bad."

"At least people overheard why he punched Jett." He tsked. "I hope he shits himself when he sees Devon's back. And when Devon gives him the death glare- Ooh, it's going to be awesome."

"That's the exact opposite of what we're going for," I stated. "We don't want Devon to punch him or anyone. We're trying to get his anxiety under control so he can focus on his studies, graduate, and then go to Med School."

"Med School? Like, to be a doctor?"

"Yeah. He's still trying to decide between adult and children, but I think he's leaning more towards adult. Possibly even low-income families."

"Really?" he asked, surprised. "I never pegged him for a doctor."

"Neither did I, but when he told me, it made sense. I can see it, and I hope he makes it."

"Do you know where he's going to apply? I don't think there are any Med Schools near us."

"No, he'll probably go out of state, but I'm not that worried. He can always come back and visit, right? I can go visit him."

"And you'll have your band to deal with," he smirked. "No college for you. You're just going straight into the music scene."

"Exactly. No safety nets. I'm going to make music my full time career. Even if I have to be the drummer in a jazz band at a cigar lounge, I'll do it. I don't want to do anything with my life but music."

"And if you need to, you can always become a music teacher."

"Or give out private lessons, since I will not be waking up at four every morning for work. Not unless I have to for touring." I took a sip of my coffee. "What about you? Still planning on Drexel?"