A+ in Love

Chapter 14

I sat as comfortably as I could in the cold plastic chair, tucked off in the back. An incredibly old novel that was more than likely on its last lap of life, lay on my crossed legs. The spin had broken a very long time ago, the edges of the pages curled and whole chunks of pages was broken free from the book. I was constantly shoving the whole mass of chapter twelve back into its rightful place.

However I felt no draw to my favorite novel, the world it held did not call to me like it normally did. With a wishful sigh I shut the novel carefully, the cracking of the spin drove the ever growing need to get a new copy home for me.

The need to replace it was growing but there was a sadness to it. I had marked all my thoughts as I read on these pages, hundreds of tiny notes lined any extra room. Questions and comments, remarks, notes to look things up for later, whole quotes were highlighted or underlined. To get a whole new book felt like I was abandoning an old friend.

I looked out the window, wondering what was taking my friends so long. My last load of laundry had gone in as they were leaving and now it only had the last four minutes of its cycle left. My stomach twisted on the thought of food, if they ever got here and hunger pains continued to claw at my stomach.

I stretched my legs out rolling my ankles this way and that way listening to the joints crack. A feeling of tiredness set in my bones, it was most likely the affects of boredom.

The laundry mat seemed like a time void to me; a place where time seemed to move on outside but ceased to work. The gentle thudding of dryers, the sloshing of washer and the dense heat that envelops it all seemed to create a haze around me.

The outside world was just as bustling as it was when I woke up maybe even a tiny bit more. I sometimes miss the B&B where I had the privilege to grow up at. What would have life been like if I had grown up in a huge bustling city?

The convenience of city life had been a major focal point my whole life. But now as I was lived in the constant storm of convenience it grew weary it in all of its wholeness.

A banging on the window next to my head made me jump. Hae Hyuk and Jun stood outside the window holding a huge bag of take out, the sun blazed from behind them making their facial expression hard to see but they seemed far too excited.

I rolled my eyes at them and turned back to the book in my lap pretending like I hadnt been inpatiently waiting for them. I flipped the old paperback cover open and flipped to an old page. I pretended to read the words but I was really listening for them.

Hae yanks my book from my hands. He tossed it down on the table next me a little too hard and I cringed at the sound if the already damaged spin taking another hit.

" HEY, watch it, " I hissed viciously

A few other patrons in the building gave me dirty looks. I smiled sheepishly and sunk deeper in my chair feeling embarrassed at my out burst.

I rubbed my forehead and reminded myself to keep myself in check.

" Sorry!" I mumbled out

Jun waved at them with a smile not a trace bit of embarrassment in his face, before setting the take out bag on the table.

I wondered how he could never feel socially awkward. It was a skill I lacked

Jun sat down next to me saying " Relax, have some food. "

" Do you still like Korean Fried chicken? you use to love it in college, " Hae asked handing me a pair of chop sticks

" Who doesn't like greasy deep fried chicken? " I took the chop sticks and licked my lips greedily.