I stroll into the school twenty minutes late. That seems to be a habit now. No matter how early I get up I just can’t make it to class on time. I don’t even have to tell you the cause of my tardiness. He’s entirely to blame. When I say him I am referring to my not so better half. He doesn’t get off work from Meta Chem until seven every morning and he wants to spend the few minutes before school ‘making up lost time’. Which in Michael speak means fooling around on the living room couch because we never seem to make it to the bedroom.
Which has got to stop. Especially since that really awkward occurrence that happened a couple of days ago when Max forgot one of his books and used his freaky alien powers to unlock the front door. I still can’t erase that stunned look on his face from my mind. Of course he apologized profusely and once Michael got finished being aggravated at being interrupted while he was ‘in the zone’ Again quoting the boyfriend.
He thought it was hilarious. I didn’t think it was humorous and even threatened to cut out all human/alien relations if he didn’t work out some kind of system with his new roommate. Colored scarves, socks, or hair bows on the door knob. Hell, I don’t care if we put a sign on the door that reads: Do not disturb. Still my little ultimatum didn’t carry much weight this morning when I was the one who jumped him in the shower. Yes, I know. Shock and dismay all around. Still a girl has needs to.
I informed him of this when he was giving me a hard time and I swear the sweetest smile came across his face. I swear as mad as I get at him I still that love that man with every fiber in my being. I hate that we aren’t getting to see much of each other these days. We are in school from eight till three and we both work at The Crash down from four till ten. The poor guy gets less then four hours sleep a night and it’s starting to wear on him. Not to mention all this time apart is hurting our relationship.
I’ll try not to think about that now. Instead I slip through the hallways undetected and attempt in vain to sneak into class. “Why Miss Deluca it’s nice of you to join us. I’m glad you could fit us into your busy schedule.” Her words are meant to sting and cause embarrassment. However she doesn’t know who she is dealing with. Delucas know not the meaning of the word shame. “Well, I do what I can. You know if I don’t show up your free to start without me.” I spout while settling into my desk.
“Cute.” She growls and then goes back to mumbling on and on about something I have absolutely no interest in.
