Chapter 11: Relaxative
The professor swap email hits my phone like a plot twist nobody asked for. I'm standing outside the humanities building, squinting at my screen as if that might change what it says.
"Creative Writing 101 will now be taught by Professor Sterling due to unforeseen circumstances."
Great. Just when I'd finally memorized Professor Daniels syllabus.
I stuff my phone in my pocket and hoist my backpack higher on my shoulder, realizing it doesn't matter.
"What's good, bestie!" Sabrina's voice cuts through my thoughts as she bounces up beside me, her psychology textbook clutched against her chest. Her smile is wide enough to make me forget about the handjob for a second.
"Hey," I manage, trying to match her energy but falling short by about a thousand watts.
"So," she says, leaning in conspiratorially, "you wanna come over and take laxatives with me?"
I stare at her for what feels like an eternity, my brain temporarily offline.
I ignore the laxative part of her question. "I wish I could hang out," I say slowly, "but I have to try and find a job today."
Sabrina snaps her fingers. "Oh dude, the convenience store near the Burger King is hiring! I saw the sign yesterday."
"It is?" My interest perks up. Walking distance from campus would be perfect.