Mortified I yank my bag onto my shoulder not bothering with my books still laying scattered on the desk and race out of the room before Dr Miller could pull me aside to ask me how a straight A student managed a chemical spill that resulted in the evacuation of the entire class.
I stomp my way back to my car defeated after the day I've had, I was ready to immigrate back to my apartment to lick my wounds in the haven that is my bed.
The keys in my hand jingle as I position then in the ignition, only to be stopped by Callie's clear voice, "Siran!" She calls when she's nearly reached my car, giving me time to climb back out, and I do, with a sigh, "Hey. . . Oh, hunni," she smiles, opening her arms for me to walk into. "what's wrong," she questions.
I laugh hysterically, shaking my head, it was a talent of hers, all she had to do was look at me to know whether or not I had had a bad day, "urgh!" I groan unable to put into words the hectic day that I've had.
She just nods, knowing that I'll tell her everything when I've calmed down.
"I'm going to stay at Andy's tonight," she smiles lovingly, i smile too because when Callie's in love she glows, "your welcome to come around with me, for a while. We can pick up a pizza on the way and watch a movie or something when we get there, it might make you feel better," she coaxes.
I'm about to shake my head no and decline her offer politely, until I see the brightness in her brown eyes, then nod instead, there reallt isn't anything I wouldn't do for this girl.
"Okay," I give in, holding up my hands in surrender, making her flash me her mega watt, cover girl smile. "But only if we can get a large pepperoni," i finish.
Callie claps her hands together in excitement already pre-ordering the pizza from an app on her phone.
"Garlic knots?" she questions, she shakes her head, "what am I talking about? Of course!" She says answering herself. "We should also probably grab a few beers," she continues, nodding like it was the smartest thing she's ever said.
After a quick pit stop for beer and pizza, then another 35 minutes of trying to negotiate Andy's neighbourhood, we pull into a fancy street with rows of similar two story houses.
"That, one!" Callie points to a house basically the same as all the others, the only difference being an old rusting basketball hoop hanging over the garage door, I park and honk twice as instructed, almost instantly the front door is thrown open and out jogs Andy wearing a baggy basketball jersey not even batting an eye at my being here, making me think that Callie must have been texting him on the ride over.
To my immediate displeasure he leans over the door of my baby kissing his girlfriend, before grabbing her small tote and the food for us.
"Hello, Siran," he smiles polite as always, while dragging Callie through the door leaving it open for me.
To say this wasn't what i expected, was a major understatement, I mean a 22 year old jock, to be in uni and still living in his childhood home.
Although his was a beautiful house i couldn't help admiring the one next to it.
It looked. . . Different.
It was more classic and reserved, set back away from the others, there was a water feature at the end of a long narrow drive.
With the lonely house on my mind I enter Andy's, finding both him and Callie seated at a long kitchen island already eating the pizza.