03 | course adjustment
"Students may drop or add courses
during scheduled course adjustment periods.
To make adjustments to their schedules, students must contact their academic advisor. Students may only add courses
that have open seats available.
Instructors may not grant permission
for students to attend a course that
has met its maximum capacity,
and students may not attend courses
for which they are not enrolled (Academic Handbook 2018-2019).
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THURSDAY AFTERNOON.
On an N.
Dozing. It grinds abruptly, and I jerk. Awake.
Hungover.
Puta...
I open my eyes slowly. My thumb pressed, iPhone lit up. Nothing.
I didn't expect an answer. Honestly.
I didn't expect anything.
Yesterday had been a blur: a fire in our backyard, heat stroked, cindering, wispy breath and cold chainsmoking, pushing around a dead possum and drinking PBR to stay warm on a night in January. Brooke and Jiwon had kept my ass up and drinking—healthy friendship-driven alcoholism. Except I only ever got... angrier as I drank.
I couldn't stop.
I couldn't stop myself.
So Brooke broke something, and I ripped a piece of plywood fencing down, and I smashed a bedside desk and burned its legs. My nose stinging. I'd already burnt a faux-leather jacket, a Yankees jersey. So I yanked down a second shard of spraypainted plywood from a chainlink fence and burnt it. My eyes watering. Smoky.
Then I'd thrown up in a stairwell and ambled upstairs, half-dizzy. Because of Liam Beckett.
When I woke up a few hours ago, I felt looser and lighter and less... angsty.
I'd calmed down, I promise. I'd spent a full day away from anything SAD-related and... I felt tranquila. Still, I had been on edge since I regained consciousness—imagining an eventual face-to-face conversation with Liam Beckett. Consequences. Brandon suggested I wait, back off, and approach him after I'd "cooled down".
But I hadn't exactly cooled down... yet.
It's brusque but urgent.
"Beckett," I say, knocking on his door again. We're adults. This will be handled in an adult way, I promise. "Beckett. Hey."
Noon on a Thursday. He'd be around. 100%.
So I stood back, hoping I could prove I wasn't in a blind rage. I was patient and forgiving. I'd wait.
Because I'd been unhinged on Tuesday. It was 8:30 a.m. He could've easily been somewhere else, I kept reminding myself. (Probably on a J.)
Or... I was acting irrational, and Beckett probably... maybe... felt unsafe, so didn't open up. It could've been anything. Really.
"Seriously, Liam," I huff, kicking back up and knocking louder. "Hello?"
I refused to plead with him. He knew I wouldn't.
"Liam, okay, seriously..." I knock again before I back up again. Elevator pings, and I kind of slink against a wall awkwardly. Tranquila. Wait. A group of four passes by; a conversation in Mandarin. Discreetness.
Inhala. Exhala.
"I just want to talk."
I sound reasonable. I sound sane.
I promise.
Would Beckett so blatantly ignore me?
Probably.
I know you're in there, cabrón.
Liam Beckett was so afraid he'd been hiding. He realized he'd gone too far. Both of us knew consequences existed. They weren't always pretty. But I wasn't going to hurt him. En serio...
"I'm unarmed," I joke as I knock again. Elevator pings behind, and I'm caught mid-knock, stuttering a step. I hike my tote bag. I fiddle with my scarf. I turn away from his door and catch a dark gaze I recognize.
He's wearing an army-green jacket, jeans, and tan Timbs. His five o' clock shadow is more of a scruff. His hair is different, though, a wild thicket of curls draped over his forehead, pushed down by a worn grey hat—Miller High Life. "¿Qué te pasa, cariño?" he almost coos, shouldering by, flashing a grin. "Don't worry. Add/Drop Period isn't over for a whole 'nother week."
Oh, okay.
"I didn't want Film fucking Language," I snap. It wasn't as if I couldn't pass Film Language. (I could. Easy.)
"No?" He hop-steps backwards, cocks a brow, and snickers, "I could barely tell, bizcocho."
Biz... cocho?
My lips almost twitch. My brows definitely lift.
"¿En serio?" I blink, but he's already whirling around at the end of the hallway and rounding a corner, leaving my ass dumbfounded and pissed. ¿Bizcocho? ¿Quien es? Why is he flirting around the Animation Department?
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