The Finals and the Final Chance
He's been gone for over three years now. You'd think that I would be depressed with how close I was to him.. or even greatly upset.. but no. I handled it rather well. For someone like myself anyway. I sigh and walk outside, pulling a pack of Camels out of my back pocket. Yes, I know it's a bad habit. And I know it's not healthy.. But.. Bad habits are hard to break. I sigh again, knocking a cigarette out far enough that I can catch it between my slightly cracked lips and slip the pack back into my back pocket. Feeling around my pockets, I find my turquoise lighter and cup my hand around my cigarette as I light it and slip the lighter back into my pocket and take a nice, long drag, pulling the cigarette from my lips with two fingers and exhale a cloud of grayish-white smoke.
Brad appears from the hanger and walks up behind me. "Leena, you.." "I know." I cut him off short, not really in a mood for another one of his health speeches. He's the one to talk. He's been having unprotected intercourse since he and ol' what's her name started going out. And not only with her! He's been cheating on her with Naomi. But she herself isn't completely innocent. She as well has been cheating.. with that damned Jack Sisco jackass. But what did I care? I had lost the only person in my life worth living for.. or at least that was the case.
Nowadays, my students keep me hanging on. I really don't know what I would do without them. Everyday, they groan with irritation when the bell rings for they're next class, can you believe that? They actually like my class. Of course it's an elective.. I mean really.. since when is Zoid Piloting and Strategies a necessity for everyday life? It's not. So. Naturally, they love it! Well, they'll love it even more when they hear what the final exam will be. Well, actually. I'm not going to tell them. All I'll say is to study their notes. That's good advice, isn't it? Anyway, I'll let you in on a little secret. They're finals will be to successfully pilot and win a battle against a computer-controlled zoid! Pretty sweet idea, huh? Well. Unfortunately, the school doesn't have the money for that, so.. They can use my Gun Sniper and.. Well, I'll ask to borrow one of Harry's zoids to control by computer! I know, it's brilliant. You couldn't have come up with a more brilliant idea, could you have? No? I didn't think so!
Brad sighs and turns to walk away. "I know you don't like to hear me lecture, but what would Bit think about it?" With that, he walked away, leaving me to wallow in my nauseating, disease-ridden, smoky cloud of thought. Damn him! He always had to have the last word in, didn't he? I sigh and drop my cigarette on the ground, putting it out with the tip of my shoe, and walk back inside to grade papers. His last statement got me to stop. It always does. But then I began to wonder, exactly what would Bit say? And as I continued to lean back against the door to my room, I begin to care less and less. What did I care what he thought? He was gone, obviously, he couldn't care less what I did with my body.