“Uh…” I started, making a show of looking at the syllabus.
I must have taken too long because Casey started pointing to the different reading selections.
“Have you read the Atwood story?”
“No.”
“What about Milton? Have you ever read Paradise Lost?”
“No.”
You get the picture. Casey kept asking and I continued giving her my monosyllabic response. My face began to flush red the more it became apparent that I hadn’t read a thing on the list.
When Casey had gone through the entire syllabus, she gave me a puzzled look. “Haven’t you read anything?”
I understand that she most likely didn’t mean for this to sound as condescending as it did. She seemed like a nice, corn fed country girl with her pretty red hair and mouth the size of a football. But she had just royally peeved me off.
I crumpled the syllabus in my hand and leaned toward her. “No,Casey.I haven’t readanything,” I grit out.
Casey blinked a few times, clearly not understanding my aggression.
“Well, you have to have read something in high school. What about the Robert Frost poem? Everyone reads Robert Frost. It’s like sophomore stuff,” Casey said, again putting just enough arrogance in her voice to trigger my anger reflex. Andrew and Davis were keeping quiet. Too bad Miss Too Big Smile didn’t have their common sense.
I brought my fist down on my desk with a loud bang. The classroom went instantly silent. I was used to being the center of unwanted attention, so I didn’t even bat an eye about causing a scene.
“No, I haven’t read any of these stupid fucking stories on this stupid fucking list! While you were sitting in your nice little AP classes, my ass was in juvie, trying not to get raped by a gang of dykes with a thing for blonde girls!” I yelled. I grabbed my book bag and wrenched upwards out of my seat.
“Miss. Wait a minute! Miss!” Professor Smith called out as I slammed out his classroom.
I was breathing heavily by the time I walked back out onto the quad.
I knew there was more than anger bubbling up like acid in the pit of my stomach. I was embarrassed. Ashamed that in a room full of eighteen and nineteen year olds, I was the most ignorant person in the room. Sure I had my fair share of street smarts, but I could never compete in this setting.
This wasn’t a place where knowing how to hotwire a car and evade the police would get you far.
My skillset was limited and most times illegal.
But I wouldn’t feel sorry for myself.
I would just leave. Head home. Get something to eat before going to work and carrying on with the life that had been there this morning. And the day before. And the week before that.
This was a lesson learned. It had been an unrealistic hope. And the sooner it was dashed in the dirt the better.
I raised a hand I hadn’t realized was shaking and swept my hair off my face. My skin was flushed and hot to the touch. My mortification still blazing bright.
I took a deep breath and hoisted my book bag up on my shoulder.
And there he was.
Flynn walked down the sidewalk, his head down. Always down.
And then I was following him. I walked into the manicured grass, stepping over landscaped flowers as I pursued him.
I don’t know why I bothered. What did I hope to gain by stalking him across campus? But I kept going.
Perhaps I was looking for someone to focus my frustrations on and Flynn was a comfortable target.
Or maybe it was something else entirely.
