The art history paper is due on Friday in two weeks.
I have to finish the reading for International Law by tomorrow.
Lucas is coming over to talk to me about something important.
The subway car rattled. Maya swerved to avoid sitting in the lap of the rather large woman in front of her. She re-secured her grip on the rail. It's nothing. He said it was nothing. Boy scouts aren't allowed to lie.
Her stomach rumbled. She hoped Katy had made dinner. That was funny. She had started calling her mother Katy in her thoughts now. It's difficult to think of someone that you take care of as your mother.
She closed her eyes and continued going over her assignments in her head. She always did this on her ride home from NYU. She didn't like to write things down
You have to participate in that discussion board for Communication Theory by next Sunday.
The presentation outline for Literary Criticism has to be emailed in by midnight tonight.
He's not going to change everything, is he?
Pesky analyzing. Maya opened her eyes, and dared to let go of the rail long enough to twist her hair into a ponytail. He had never said anything to her. But how much did words really mean, anyway?
There was the way he looked down at her like he was looking up at the sun.
Words are nothing compared to that.
She stepped out of the car into the station, and the cold air hit her like a boxing glove. She hunched over, pulling her olive-green coat tighter around her chest. The walk from the station to her apartment was short.
You and Lucas are going to talk tonight. It's going to be about feelings. You're going to have to tell him that you don't feel the same way. He's still going to look down at you like he's looking up at the sun and it's going to hurt insanely bad. And you're going to wonder whether or not you're lying to him and you're going to realize that you are lying to him, and that you do feel the same way, but you're also going to know that you're not going to be with him.
Because you love to be around him, but whenever you think about being with him you stop thinking about him and start thinking about your mother. And the wreck that she is because she's not with someone. You don't want that to be you.
You're a complete person.
You don't need Katy, or Riley, or Lucas. You have a full scholarship to NYU because you're a brilliant human being and you've dealt with every card life has dealt you like a poker champion.
The apartment was dark, and it was a mess. Katy had left the TV on, and empty white cartons with red pagodas littered the couch. Maya turned on the lights, shut off the TV, and went to drop her bag in her room. She saw lights flickering underneath the door to Katy's room, and heard the Friends theme song. Katy really had to learn to turn off the TV.
Maya opened the door.