“Damn, that was hot,” I whispered.
“Sure beats studying for linguistics finals,” he retorted.
“What?” I asked moving away just far enough to look him in the eye. How did you know I was studying for a linguistics final?”
“Um, you’re in my class, hey.”
“Shut up! How do I not know this??”
“It’s a big lecture class. There’s probably 150 people in there and I’m always in the back, high up…”
It’s true; there were a lot of people in that class. It was held in one of those steep amphitheater-style halls.
“…And anyway, you’re always way down front. I’ve seen you studying with your friends in Kauffman.”
“Ha! If it weren’t for those friends, I’d have flunked already.”
He laughed. “I’m sure it’s not that bleak. Why don’t you come over to my room and I’ll help you. We’ve still got two days.”
“What about Ronnie?”
“Who?
“Our security guard??”
“Oh, Robbie! Don’t worry about him,” a playful smile lit up his face. “He owes me a favor. I wrote him a history paper!”
Now I laughed. “Okay. I’ll come over after I get myself cleaned up. You’ve made kind of a mess–not that I’m complaining! Where do you live?”
“Doty, 205.”
“Get out! I live four floors above you. 615!”
I could hear Robbie shooing someone away from the door. “I’ve gotta get out of here.” I started for the door.
“Hey wait,” he called. “I’m James.”
“Hello, James. I’m Amanda.”