Dirty Curve

by Meagan Brandy

decisions, considering most people allow you to, but I have to leave right now. You can stay all you want if going home is distracting. I’ll even review your paper for you sometime tonight if you email it to me, I promise, but I really have to go.” There’s a plea in her eyes, even if it’s not heard in her practiced tone. Now I’m curious. “Why the rush?” Her lips smash together, and she quickly finishes shoving shit into her bag. What is with this chick? Here I am, doing what girls wait for me to do and initiating conversation, yet she’s still pretending not to be interested. Not that I’m interested, but she should be. Putting my own things away, I tell her, “You need to meet me tomorrow.” “Fine. Tomorrow at three. Same spot.” “Nope.” I make sure to pop the P like a dick. “I have to have all this in before noon, or this was pointless. Tomorrow at ten.” Her shoulders drop and she shakes her head. “I can’t. I can’t be here before twelve thirty.” “Not my problem, Tutor Girl. Better tell whoever it is you save your mornings for their happy days are on pause until June.”