Living in Sin (On Hold)

Thirty Six _ Through the motions

Probably remember that ‘turn’ I once told you guys about? Which’d help me drag this longer?

It’s coming in the next two chapters.

 And again, this one isn’t that important. i just ... ... well, you know the rest.

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 Nik

Yes, it was virtually a David-and-Goliath scenario.

And yes, it took me two friggingly annoying, punishingly arduous hours.

But in the end, I outmuscled the giant.

And as ridiculous as this sounds, I still wasn’t brain-dead when, instead of collapsing face-first onto the bed (which is my routine after Calculus homework), I walked over to where my laptop lay, all the while wishing I had that nerds’ preposterous ability to memorize class schedules.

Hmm, I could actually go and be in the before-break classes. Yeah, why not? There in fact wasn’t anything more interesting to do staying home anyway.

My phone rang as I entered the room again from my late breakfast and I walked over to where I remembered throwing it last night. But it wasn’t just the sable dark of my handset that caught my eye when I reached the night desk. Something grey and metallic-looking near the foot of the desk had me pick it up first instead of the now silent device.

I sat down on the bed to examine the newfound iPod. Just as my fingers found themselves powering on the music player which I had no idea was in my room, the ringtone came alive again. Leaning forward for the phone before laying down onto the bed, I glanced at the screen to find Chloe on caller ID.

“Nik, you still at home?”

"Maybe. Why?”

“If you are, could you do me a favor?”

So this was hers. I was surprised, so to speak. I haven’t gotten to know her that well but she didn’t exactly strike me as the nostalgic type. ‘cause the first thing I noticed about this iPod was its old looking-ness (maybe 4th gen Nano.). But then again, she didn’t appear to me as the secretive type, either. And damn thing is password protected!

“I lost something and ...”

“Did you, now?”

But my attempt to tease her went unnoticed by her rather anxious tone. I get it: sentimental stuff.

“Yes, and I think it’s at your place.”

“And?”

“Could you maybe look for it a little before you come to school? I would come back but I can’t right now.”

“Which class?”

“Physics.” She grumbled before I chuckled.

“That’s Baldy, all right. Such a tight-ass. But don’t tell me you’re on the phone in his class right now.”

“I’m in the bathroom. He could cut me some slack if he wants. I mean, half the class isn’t even in the room, all for the grand reason for some audition. How the hell did he hear about my suspension-sensitiveness, anyways? That good-for-nothing principal probably warned all her … ”

To be honest, I didn’t quite catch the rest that followed the word ‘audition’. Because I was already shredding off my clothes and running (yeah, that’s right: running.) for a new pair of attire. I know it’s not like me to rush this much but, come on, what kind of human being misses her supposed sister’s audition?