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Leaning forward, I pulland prop it on ot lost while studying last night My brain isn’twhen to use feminine andthe pencil out and tossing it on top ofthrough the various words, saying them in my head Then I close my eyes and try to quiz myself I even fail this hen all I have to do is crack an eyelid to cheat

I’ I need to study before I meet up with Casey I’m pretty sure his hard drive is fried, but I didn’t have the heart to tell hi I’ll be at his house for the rest of the night trying to save a seno in for one more try at the self-quiz, when I hear the sound of -piece-of-shit…" She thinks she’s talking quietly, gritting the sords through her teeth She kicks at the giant trash can snared in her purse strap, dragging it around her in a circle near the library entrance I should probably get up and help, but I’ not to aze lands right on mine, I feel like a dick But then she sneers atit fros in a pile on the floor It makes me chuckle

I tossfro over to her at the entrance

"Good thing it’s a Saturday and the library’s e to help her set the can back in its place She swats at o back…over there You know, to watch " There’s a well-deserved bite to her tone Yeah, I feel like a dick

"I’ and clanging and sailor-ht now It’s still the sairl who orders sandwiches and party trays fro different "I’it forward to her She looks at it for a few seconds, like she’ssure it isn’t dirty I’e is just offensive It’s her thing She finally shakes my hand, but doesn’t hide the fact that she wipes her pal her jeans afterward, which makes nant "You wear it on your shirt"

I look down and realize she’s right; I do still havethe pin off and stuffing it in my front pocket

"Who’s the sailor now?" she asks, her lip twisting up, her eyes al back over her shoulder and picks her keys up froers I watch her for a few seconds, noting the way her ass sways in the opposite direction of her hair She’s like this perfect blonde boize for what I said earlier--not the words so much as the way I said it I could tell it offended her, and I could tell she was embarrassed that her boyfriend is such a prick But I wasn’t judging her She can do better; Iassholes bully wo her down andher feel stupid and suess that’s why he thought it was okay

She never looks back over her shoulder as she walks to the study lounge on the other side of the rooet back to the miserable reason I came here in the first place

For the next thirty minutes, I write down every word I need to knoith my own version of how I think it’s supposed to be pronounced The help desk is closed--I ood five ive up and tear my small quarter-pieces of paper into flashcards

Only three or four of the tears co les with et this part of studying right I’ether into a pile when I sense her legs step closer to my table