Henley's Heart

3

I have a talent for dealing with difficult men. – Jane Rosenthal

I can hear the bass coming from the girl's apartment two doors over as I'm hunched over my laptop. It's the first big party of the semester in this neighborhood and I'm in my room writing another paper for class. I promised myself I'd get this done so I wouldn't be scrambling on Sunday. The thumping is causing an issue with concentration, however. I want to be over there, drinking and having a good time with everyone else.

Clyde had gone over early to flirt with all the girls who lived in the apartment. The girls are aptly named "The G's." Giselle, Gwen, Genevieve, and Gia, all planning to become different kinds of doctors. They all met in their sorority and are a mix of juniors and seniors. They're the coolest Theta's on campus, and the greatest neighbors. And right now, they're having an amazing party while I'm stuck inside.

            Editing in the Workplace is killing me right now. Platt is already planning a huge test, and it's only the end of the second week of classes. I've been going over the articles he gave us for the weekend, and so far, the biggest issue I've found is the author's misuse of comma's, as well as issues with past and present tense. There's a lot of informal writing hidden as well, which to an untrained eye could just be mistaken as a quick opinion. However, having worked with my dad, I've learned to spot opinions that don't belong a mile away.

            My phone beeps, and I thank it for the quick distraction that I need from this paper.

CLYDE: How much longer u gone hold out on me

            I can tell by my best friend's lack of correct grammar and spelling that he's getting drunk. I laugh, knowing my friend wants his wingman to swoop in and help him score a girl. Giselle has always had a thing for Clyde, so I don't know why he doesn't just go on a date with her and see if she's worth it.

            Or, do it his own way and have sex with her first.

            Why people do that I'll never understand.

            It's a stereotype that every guy wants to bang a chick within a minute of meeting her. But I've never been like that. The few dates I went on since I was teenager, I wasn't thinking about the sex. Maybe it's the writer in me, but I'm more interested in the substance of a woman than how fast she puts out.

SEBASTIAN: I told you this class will kick my ass if I'm not on top of it.

CLYDE: But the g's r askin bout u!

SEBASTIAN: I'll be there as soon as I'm done, I promise.

CLYDE: Nerd.

            I laugh at my phone.

            I decide to leave Clyde hanging as I return to my work. This article I'm reading is another boring one. If only Platt understood there's such thing as interesting articles.

            I can't imagine how my exit exam is going to be in this class. I want to keep up the good grades, but with this class in my arsenal, my GPA might drop.

            Like Glenn would care.

            Sighing, I rest my head on the desk. The bass is even louder like this.

            My phone beeps with another text, but I ignore it.

            I want to be over at the party, but this work needs me.

            I get another twenty minutes worth of work done before my phone goes off again, and this time it's ringing.

            I pick it up and check who's calling.