I laid back in bed, catching my breath. I glanced over at James whose eyes was attached to the ceiling as his chest heaved up and down. I silently giggled to myself.
“You okay?” I asked.
He turned his whole body to me, resting his side of his head on his hand as a crutch. He smiled at me.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” He replied.
I watched as his hand moved from underneath the covers and approached me. He gently stroked his palm down my cheek and pushed some hair back behind my ear. I smirked, looking down at the wrinkled white sheets draping us. I looked up again at him and chuckled lowly.
“What time is it?” I asked.
He frowned slightly, moving his hand away from my face. He rolled over to his side by the nightstand and took out his phone. He put it back down and faced me.
“2:34.” He said.
My eyes opened wider. I had to go back to the dorm.
“Shit, I have to go.” I said, sitting up.
I pulled the covers over me and threw my legs to the side of the bed. I picked up my bra and began fastening it and sliding it on.
“Why?” He asked.
I stood up and turned to face him, sighing before I answer. He’s not going to like this.
“I have to go to work in the morning.”
“Stay here and I’ll drop you off in the morning.”
“I have to get there early.”
“Why do you have to go there early?”
“I have to get ready for the early breakfast special at the diner. Besides, I think Angela is worried about me. I’ve been out all night.” He took a long pause before finally taking a long breath.
I slid up my pants and fastened my button.
“Fine.” He said nonchalantly.
I smiled, jumping onto the bed and crawling over to him. I leaned in and kissed him. I pressed my body onto him, making him lay back and I laid on his covered body. I gave him a quick peck and smiled wider.
“Thank you for understanding.” I said and gave him another kiss.
“Can I ask you a question?” He asked.
“What are you going to do when you start law school?”
“What do you mean?” I frowned. I knew this question was coming.
“I mean, with your demanding work schedule and all, how are you going to balance school, work, and a personal life?” I sighed.
“Law school is very demanding.” He added.
“I know-I know, I’ll have to work something out with my boss.”
“What if he doesn’t?” He inquired. I frowned at his sudden inquisitive nature.
“James, I really don’t want to talk about this, okay? I have work in the morning so I need to go home and shower. I’ll call you in the morning.” I said in an annoyed manner.
“Alright, whatever.” He said, being just over it.
I got off of him and stood to fasten my shirt back on. He really is being irrational.
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Psychology [sahy-kol-uh-jee] noun; plural: the study of the brain, mind, and behavior "I slid my back down the cold, white wall. I sat down and put my head in my hands. My hands were holding my falling tears. What am I? Who am I?"