My Place- Randall Carpio Love Story

Some handle it better than others

Hamish and I are going searching for the girl Jack saw during your ethics class. Meet at the den after your class?

Remi tilted her phone away from Jess as she read the message. She smiled and bit into her cheek as she readied her reply and sent it. 

Okay, fine, but only because I can't get the image of you in that white shirt out of my mind. 

She locked her phone and dropped her hand as they neared the philosophy building. Apparently ethics and philosophy weren't big enough departments on their own to have separate buildings. Remi found it humorous only because the halls were constantly filled with great debates depicting morals and the justification of mass slaughter in the sake of the few. 

Her phone buzzed and she raised it as Jess opened the door for them. 

I thought we were supposed to keep our dirty texts to a minimum? If that's done I have some pictures I want to send you...

Remi giggled and sent him an emoji of a middle finger, then another of an eggplant before she locked her phone and slid it in her back pocket. 

"Who have you been texting?" Jess asked as she fell in step beside her. 

"My dad," Remi replied with ease. "He sends me these atrocious memes that he thinks are hilarious but are actually borderline insane. They're so outlandish I can't help but laugh at them."

"Aw," Jess nudged her with her elbow. "You and your dad are so cute."

Remi smiled, but felt slightly sick at the thought of using her dad to text Randall. 

Jess and Remi walked into the classroom to see it mostly filled. Professor Foley wasn't in class, but he always showed up at the exact time with an exhausted grimace and his bottle of meds to work himself through his hangovers. 

Remi looked over at Jack and nodded casually. He returned it, then turned to Gabrielle who possessively wrapped her hands around his arm. 

Remi smirked at her jealously as she made her way towards her seat. 

She flopped her bag onto the desk before she pulled her phone out of her back pocket and fell ungracefully into her chair. She leaned back and looked at Adam who was already past out on top of his bag. 

Her eyes flickered up to the windows lining the wall behind him. Students blurred by, but Remi saw a streak of brunette hair and remembered the day one of her peers died in class. 

The magic tourist...

Remi remembered her- briefly. It had been a flash as she swept her eyes over the class as Professor Foley took attendance. 

She picked her phone up and unlocked it before she went back to her messages with Randall. 

The magic tourist had bangs and brown hair.

She sent the text then slid her phone into the front pocket of her bag before she slipped the whole bag to the ground. She grabbed her notebook and pencil and set both in front of her as she waited for Professor Foley to walk in. 

To waste time she wrote the date at the top of the page, then doodled a poorly constructed tree that looked more like a line with a weird circle of static above it. 

"Alright, I'm here, don't worry." Professor Foley strode into the classroom and headed straight towards the blackboard. He dropped his satchel in the chair pushed up under the board and set a water bottle down on it. "House keeping," he sighed as he stood between Jess and Jack and looked at the classroom. "I'm still grading your first assignments, remind me to clarify beforehand the proper etiquette of writing your name at the top of your single page paper. I didn't think this needed to be reiterated, but you students continue to surprise me in numerous ways."