31 January

Second Thoughts. –n. 1. reservation about a previous action, position, decision, judgment, or the like

Rogue threw her head down against the table, letting her backpack collide with the ground in a graceless attempt to free herself from its burden. Veronica was noticeably less dramatic, sliding into her seat without much of a sound. "Bad day?" she asked.

"Ah'm so sore!" Rogue mumbled into the table. "Ah can't even lift mah arms."

"What did you do?" Veronica asked. She couldn't hide the giggle that entered her voice.

"Ah worked out with some friends. Ah advise against it. Ah hurt so bad."

"You'll be fine in a couple days," Veronica consoled.

"Ah don't know 'bout that. Ah was fine earlier, maybe a li'l uncomfortable. But now? Ohh, it's hit me like a truck now. Ah feel ev'ry muscle in mah body."

"I wish I had friends that would work out with me," Veronica said as if Rogue hadn't described her ailments. Her voice sounded a little far off, like it truly was a fantasy for her.

Rogue managed to lift her chin up from the desk so that her voice wasn't as muffled anymore. "Why can't Trevor?" Veronica didn't talk much about her boyfriend, but Rogue thought that they spent enough time together to make it worthwhile to jointly exercise. He didn't look like he would have rejected a workout, either. He looked fit.

Veronica scoffed. "I'd be lucky to get him out of the house. I dread the day when a new Mass Effect game comes out or something. How many times does a guy have to beat a game before he hangs it up?"

"Ah wouldn't know. Ah haven't lived with a guy until this year. Even now Ah don't pay attention ta what they do." She managed to shift into an upright position, heavily leaning on the back of the chair.

"Speaking of boy problems, how's it going your guys? Remy specifically."

Rogue could feel the heat flush up to her cheeks. "He finally talked ta me again. We went on a date on Saturday."

"Really?" Veronica prompted. She was all ears now, curiosity level set to the nth degree.

"Yeah. We went ta the beach an' watched the sun rise on the water. It was really peaceful an' relaxin'. It's nice bein' on friendly terms with him again."

Veronica was practically bouncing in her chair. "So are you two a thing now? Like Facebook official?"

"Ah don't have a Facebook," Rogue said flatly. "Ah dunno. Ah don't know if Ah'd call him mah boyfriend yet."

"What do you have to do to have you call someone your boyfriend?" Veronica asked. "Trevor and I don't even go on dates anymore. I kind of just hang around his house while he plays video games. Or he just drops me off at home on other days."

Rogue shrugged, but instantly regretted the movement. "Ah haven't really thought about it. Ah jus' don't know if Ah'm ready ta be close ta anyone. Ah was never really good with othah people. An' if Ah screw somethin' up, Ah kinda live in the same area as him, y'know?"

"Maybe I can convince Trevor to go on a double date." Veronica was dreaming again, her voice far-off. She didn't really like hearing the negative. "Would you be okay with that?"

Rogue knew that she wouldn't be terribly comfortable, but she couldn't outright tell Veronica that. "Ah dunno …" she started, but never finished.

"Yeah, I'll ask Trevor. Make it for Friday night or something." She unzipped her backpack and pulled out a textbook and binder. Grabbing a pencil from a separate area, she flipped open the textbook to a certain page. Her mind was set and it was on to another subject.