"Can I borrow your notes on Catcher in the Rye? I wrote down everything that he said, but I must've been half zonked because they don't one bit of sense."
I started rifling through my bag. "See, this is why you just write directly in the book." I didn't see it, so I started shoving things in Wallace's hands to get a better look. "That way, if you aren't paying attention in class, at least the notes are next to their own little passages and you know what they…correspond to. Huh."
The majority of my bag was now in my best friend's grasp and my book was nowhere to be seem.
"Well?"
"I don't know, it isn't here. Crap. We have a test on Friday."
"Could it have fallen out anywhere?"
I thought about it. The last place I had my bag open had been…..at Logan's. It must have fallen out when I had to run into the back to hide from Dick and Beaver, like the other woman.
"Veronica?"
"Hmm? Oh, I think I left it on my desk at my dad's office. Can you wait one night? I can give it to you before class tomorrow."
"Beggars can't be choosers. I'll just cram during study hall instead of taking a nap."
"A serious sacrifice, I'm sure."
Wallace pulled the flap of my bag and dumped everything back in, completely unceremoniously. "All in the quest for academic success, my friend. Catch you later."
"See you," I waved halfheartedly as he took off to do whatever he was going to do, that wasn't visit his ex's house to relive the effects of their last roll around the couch and subsequent ride of shame home with said ex's father.
Logan Echolls, here I come.