7.
Kinsley Western University
Greisdich Hall,Gender Studies: Room 314 (yep...)
Venus
I was seven minutes early. Not eager, but enough time to have a proper word with Professor Wubbenhorst.
"Miss Swan. Glad you're early." I hadn't planned on being greeted at the door and was caught in a bit of surprise. "Oh. Good Morning Professor."
"Please call me Dahna." I was NOT comfortable calling my instructor by her first name. Not in the least.
"I was hoping I could get my drop slip from you, and get to the Registrar's office when they open at 8:30."
"Yes, well, that will be difficult Miss Swan-"
"Bella," I interrupted.
"Okay, Bella. I'm not letting you drop the course."
I blanched, cocking my brow uncharacteristically. I was usually careful not to let my feelings show. "Never let them see you sweat," my father would say.
"I'm sure you're a bit surprised…Bella, but I think you need this course."
Mars
Friday-Fucking-Morning. I still had a bit of a buzz going from Thursday night. I loved college. Drunk girls will do just about anything for free alcohol…
But I perked up as soon as I saw Cucumber Melon standing in the door. (Yeah, I'd asked this girl last night what lotions smelled like cucumbers and fruit. Sue me.)
I brushed past her to cop a feel…
And told her I was sorry, that it was an accident. She smiled, accepting my apology. She opened her mouth when she smiled and I imagined what else would go in that mouth…
Those eyes… and those lips-
Maybe I felt something meaningful with that smile…
Nah—
