We hung out for a bit: I helped her on her Chemistry, she helped me on double checking my English. I had to get that stupid C up to a B. I wanted an A but I didn’t know if that was possible at this point. We were nearing Spring Break already, although the two weeks with Cynthia had seemed like forever, they had passed quickly. Hm… a quick forever… What an oxymoron.
Her: Want to stay to dinner? It’s practically time for it anyway.
I nodded. Me: Sure, I’ll just call my mom.
She winced. Her: Have fun.
I laughed sarcastically and called Mom, telling her I was staying to dinner and tuned out as she started freaking out about a tuna casserole that was in the oven or something. I leaned against the door frame, watching Cynthia hurry about the kitchen, getting stuff out for dinner. Her thin frame practically danced around the kitchen she already knew so well, her face tilted thoughtfully… her eyes looking over the contents of the fridge…. the curve of—
Mom: Drew! Are you listening!?
Me: Wha? um, yeah.