Feeling This by Casey Blue Read Free Book Online

you’re killing me here. “
    A girl on the other side of Heidi
interrupts us, “SHHH!”
    I glare at her while Heidi gives her a
death stare whispering, “Shhh yourself!”
    The girl stiffens and turns the other way
muttering something under her breath.
    She turns back to me looking over
expectantly.
    I concede, “It’s Andrew, alright. Andrew is
Dr. Jones’ teaching assistant and somehow I am going to have to endure seeing
him three days a week for the rest of the semester.”
    My head sinks down into my arms suddenly
overwhelmed with this new unwanted development. Heidi’s gasp and intake of
breath doesn’t surprise me, after all, it shocked the hell out of me too. A few
students nearby shush her again. I peek over my arms glaring at her.
    “Sorry girl.” She leans in closer, “How are
you going to handle that? I know you still feel something for him, admit it.
Hey, maybe now that’s he’s back, you can pick up where you left off.”
    If I could kill her right there on the spot
with a look, I would. She did not just say that.
    She holds up her hands in defense and
claims, “You never know. You need to get laid anyway whether by Andrew or not.
Believe me Kimber, you’ll feel so much better.”
    I roll my eyes and look toward Mrs. Cain.
She is discussing our current assignment, to focus on one event and write everything
surrounding that event. We are to include feelings of the characters, the description
of the setting and the addition of dialogue if needed. She wants everything
spun from just one event. Can this day get any worse?
    Heidi winks when she tells us to get
started and chuckles, “Yeah, I know exactly what your event will be. This is
gonna be a good one.”
    “Shut up Heidi. There is nothing good about
this whole thing. It’s shitty if you want to know the truth.”
    She giggles, “But you’re gonna write about
it, aren’t you?”
    I shake my head and start putting pen to
paper. Of course I’m writing about Andrew. He’s been the one bright light in my
life when everything else was always on dim; my momma and her problems, my
sister leaving and the fact that I am stuck here with no way out. As fleeting
as it was, I won’t ever regret my time with him and if he wants to keep it
completely platonic now that he’s back, I’ll have to accept that. I am, after
all, the one that broke it off.
    Heidi whispers as I finish my first
paragraph, “Wanna hear about mine?”
    “What are you writing about Heidi? Or
should I say which one?”
    “Hardy har har, I’m gonna write about my event
at Shane’s party last weekend. How Shane couldn’t get enough of me.”
    “Do you think that’s a good idea? She
probably wants it to be PG.”
    She shakes her head and looks back down,
“I’ll tone it down, just for her. She’s going to wish she has the skills I
have.”
    I shake my head looking back down at my own
paper and mumble, “No doubt, Heidi.”
    Heidi and I have been friends since tenth
grade. We met in Spanish class during which we learned not a lick of the
language. It was a wasted class but I’m thankful for it because I met Heidi. She
has been a saving grace for me on more than one occasion. Especially when
Andrew left, I was in pretty bad shape but she helped pick me up and face life
without him.
    I have every excuse for taking the long way
through college. I’m paying my own way and for everything else for that matter.
Heidi on the other hand, has been at it for only two years. She took a year off
after high school to figure things out as she puts it. She is still figuring
things out three years later. Her parents have pretty much supported this
mentality. I think she’ll continue to figure things out until they make her
grow up.
    Ten thirty rolls around and I’m so
engrossed in my writing that Heidi is forced to tap me on the shoulder to get
my attention. I glance at my watch and rush to pack my bag. The room has
emptied with the exception of Heidi and I. She is practically tapping