HE TOLD ME SO
A FEW WEEKS LATER
With a quick searchforI Told You Soin my emails, I pout when I see that my favorite blogger is still on hiatus.
Having hoped that I missed a notification, instead I find sweet FA.
Desultorily scanning an old blog post, one about something called ‘The Veronians Among Us,’ I glance away when I head up the stairs to find my usual spot in the philosophy lecture hall.
Because Professor Langton makes me nervous, this is the only class I’m ever early for—I don’t need to give the asshole ammunition.
“I hate him so much,” I mutter out loud as Callan Korhonen slouches into the seat two away from mine.
I don’t know him that well, but in the month or so that we’ve shared this class, I’ve learned that we’re kindred spirits on the ‘we despise Professor Langton’ train.
IMO, that makes him the best kind of people.
“He gave me a C on my last paper,” Callan growls. “A C. I didn’t get a C in trackorbasketball and I suck at both. I’m not a C person, Denver.”
“Oh, stop showing off.” I scrunch my nose at him. “IwishI were getting Cs. My major sucks.”
“Only a poor workman blames his tools.”
Tossing a book at him, I enjoy hisooooofff.
“For that, you can help me with this week’s paper.”
His eyes widen. “Really?”
Is that excitement I hear?
“I thought you hated philosophy as much as I do.”
“I don’t. I hate the professor. I love philosophy. It’s helping me with…”
When his words wane, I arch a brow. “With?”
“My TTRPG.”
“And that is?”
“Never mind.”
“I think Zach likes that.”
“Zach Bradley? I doubt it.”
“Zach might be, act, and look like a jock, but he has the heart of a dork. Just get him talking aboutLord of the RingsorRed Mist.”
“He likesRed Mist? Huh.”
“That crazy game with the guilds and stuff? Yup. He and my brother Logan eat it up. When they announced it was the first hybrid MOBA/first-person tactical hero shooter going to be played at NACE level, I think they were considering switching from hockey to that.” I tap my chin. “You’re in computer science, too, huh?” At his nod, I muse, “How do you feel about helping my buddy Pecan out with that as well?”
“You want me to tutor you both?”
“Informally.” I shoot him a winsome smile. “I’ll paint your nails as a thank you.”
He pulls a face. “I don’t want you to paint my nails.”
