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“Yeah I know what you mean. Anyway, want to take me for a ride in your sick Z?”
“Are you kidding? Of course I mean, if you really want to its not like, uhh yeah… So when would you like to”-
“After class, I’ll meet you at your car, shouldn’t be too hard to find right?”
“Yeah, it is kind of hard to miss.”
“Good it’s a date,” she said that smiling and winking. My insides turned to a quivering mass of jelly. She went back to her table across the room. I raised my hand “Mrs. Donaline, can I be excused?” She stopped writing on the board and turned to me. “Why?” She said. I had a little bit of confidence now, I said it very loud and very clearly and what I said was very bold. “Because I need to go pray and thank god for sending me an angel.” She gave me a very puzzled look and I left the room for the bathroom, and did exactly as I had told everyone.
Chapter 2, Nowhere To Go But Up…
I spent the class bouncing my leg up and down. That’s just something I did when I got nervous—and I was very nervous. I mean, I had a sort of date with a freaking hot babe who drove a Trans-Am. I didn’t know if it got better than that. The annoying electronic bell chimed over the loudspeaker. Class was over. I clumsily scooped my EMT-basic work textbook into my backpack. I really had to jam it in there because it was so full of textbooks and notebooks for my other classes. I had to take everything out and put it back in again.
By the time I was done with that little masquerade, everyone had left the class. Yeah, Dixie was gone too; she probably went to her locker to put her stuff in. I didn’t have a locker, I had a trunk. That trunk was attached to my car and it was full of books and papers still left over from last year’s classes. I need to do some housekeeping in there. Oh crap, I needed to do some major housekeeping in the cab of the car. I had empty bags of fast food and candy bar wrappers and all kinds of nasty garbage lying around in there. I ran to my car. Well, more hobbled because of my two hundred pound backpack. I went through the parking lot and went straight for the back where I was parked. Why did I have to park so far?
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