The Weakness in Me
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“Wow, Lucas, I didn’t know you were a lesbian?”
“Um, just cause I kiss the occasional girl, doesn’t mean I like to visit the lady cave. That one time with you was an exception,” I said, pulling off my work uniform and changing into shorts and a t-shirt.
“I just meant that the guy sounds like he’s a giant vagina. I wouldn’t worry about making room for him in the rotation, he’s not worthy,” Eric yawned and I couldn’t help but Flynnle, the dude knew how to make me laugh, but he couldn’t be faithful to a girl to save his life.
“So, yeah, I can wait until tomorrow for action, I suppose,” I agree, bringing our conversation back to the original purpose of my call. Heading toward the stack of books on my living room floor, I let out an involuntary sigh. “I’ve got a test tomorrow anyway. I don’t know what possessed me to sign up for an intersession class during break.”
“Then you need to get on top of your books tonight, Lucas, not on top of me,” he admonished.
“Fine, see you tomorrow,” I said, ending our conversation and turning to the never ending pile of notes on my bare floor. That was the only thing about my apartment that I didn’t love: the only furniture in my living room were two seats, a rocking chair and a bean bag, as well as my desktop computer, which was sitting on my floor beside the aforementioned bean bag chair. It did help with parties though, because everyone just slept in a heap where they passed out.
Resisting the urge to log onto the computer, I buried myself in my notes until my eyes burned. Later that night or very early the next morning, I drug myself to my empty queen sized bed for the night, content that I’d spent the day not thinking about the way Brady had made me feel on New Years’ Eve. I decided to chalk it up to a fluke. I’d never responded to Brady that way before. I couldn’t have feeling for him. I wouldn’t.