Chapter 5
By Thursday I had given up on still believing he would call.
I shrugged off most of that fear as I stood at my desk organizing
my papers for class. The students had begun to arrive and the bustle
of morning chaos had begun. My eyes gazed upward to the farthest
point from my desk, and I noticed a group of guys standing with
their backs to me. As the last stragglers hurried into the room
and sat down I walked to the center of the floor and began class.
"Does anyone have their monologues ready to present today?" I
questioned my half-asleep group. I scanned the seats searching
for a raised hand, " it's alright I know their not due until next
week, we'll get them then." I looked up at the crowd once again,
then I spotted him and I'll give you one guess to who it was. Kevin.
* * * * * * * * * * *
I dismissed my class and immediately sat down on the top of my
desk and folded my arms. When all of my students were gone Kevin
remained in the desk. I waited for an explanation; I was dying with excitement inside.
" Hi," he said.
"Hi? Just hi? What are you doing here?" I asked.
" Nothing I just thought I might take a performance art class.
I asked around, they said yours is the best."
" Is that right?"
" Uh, huh." As he said this he stood up and bounded down the stairs toward me.
" Well, then I guess you'd better come more often and find out
for yourself." I said with optimism.
" Unfortunately, I can't."
" Ah yes, the life of a Backstreet Boy is so trying, I forgot." I said sarcastically.
"Oh, you got me."
"I've known since the day we met. I knew I had seen you somewhere
before. I got on the plane home and opened my e-mail, one was from
my sister: a picture of the Backstreet Boys. It gave you away."
" I guess I should have told you in the first place."
" No, I kind of liked the fact that I could think of you as a klutz
and not feel guilty." By this time he was standing to the right of me, just beyond my knee.
" Klutz? Me? No!" He said with a laugh.
" Well, all of my stuff survived the plummet to the ground. Was
something wrong that day? You seemed a little distracted by something, or someone."
"I was just a little homesick, I hate being away for a long time,"
He said reluctantly.
"I hear you! I hate being away from home at any time. How do you think I felt in New York?"
" I wanted to give you something," he said as he dashed back up
the stairs. He grabbed a big bouquet of giant pink daisies tied
together at the stems with an orange ribbon. He hurried back down
the steps and handed me the bunch.
"Oh, thanx," I said as I buried my nose into the flowers and
sniffed deeply, what a wonderful smell, " and even with an orange bow."
"Yah, I noticed your orange Nike bag and I figured that no one
would buy a bag that color unless they really liked it," he explained.
" I do. Did you see an orange VW Bug in the parking lot? That's
mine, and . . ." I leaned over to my desk chair and picked up my orange backpack, " this also."
"Wow." He exclaimed.
"I know, but I'm not as obsessed as you think."
*Pause*
" Do you need a ride somewhere?" I implied.
" That would be helpful, a cab brought me here."
" Ok, well lets go. I don't have anymore classes today. University schedules are weird."
" I only brought one bag," he climbed the stairs once again and
plucked a dark green duffel out from behind the desk.
" Ready?" He shook his head yes, " Let's go!"
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