square inch of it; still I could make out a large logo in the middle. It read: Deftones.
“Great,” Eat’em belched, “a shirt. Can we go procure the Skittles now? My stomach’s rumbling.”
Before I could turn to leave I noticed something that had fallen behind the box… A wallet. I shoved it in my backpack and left the planetarium.
Chapter 11
I hurried away from the science lab with Eat’em riding along in my backpack, just his head poking through the top.
“Don’t you dare stop for her,” the demon said, “Bros before hoes, yes Jacob?”
“Where’d you hear that?” I said under my breath in spite of the lingering crowd. College campus is the ideal location for any schizophrenic. Nobody cares much if you talk to yourself as it’s a pretty common occurrence with most students. I’d avoid having a fist fight with Eat’em, sure, but I wasn’t much worried about someone noticing me speak with him. Still, just in case, I often wore a Bluetooth headset. I rarely talked to anyone on the phone through it, and never listened to music, but perception is everything, and a well placed earpiece allowed me to talk to Eat’em unbothered almost anywhere.
“Uncle V, yo!” Eat’em patted me on the shoulder. “ Don’t you know, B’s come and go, not talkin’ ‘bout your bro, so drop your hoe. Val knows what it means to be a friend, yes. Unlike you.”
“Unlike me?” I stopped. “If he’s so perfect, why don’t you hang out with him then.”
“He ignores me, yes. Duh!” Eat’em tugged on my collar. “You stopped. Don’t stop! She’s right behind us!”
“Hey, Handsome Jake,” Dixie’s hand grazed my elbow as I turned around. She swept a violet-streaked bang from her face and said breathlessly. “Why are you off in such a hurry?”
“YOU SUCK!” Eat’em screeched from my shoulder.
“I have to catch up with my uncle and Isaac,” I said. “They’re waiting for me.”
“I could give you a ride.”
“I’ll poop in your shoes,” Eat’em threatened.
“That’s okay,” I smiled my appreciation. “They’ve been waiting. I don’t want to tell them they’ve been sitting around for nothing.”
“That’s right,” Eat’em climbed from the bag, sat on my shoulder, and wrapped his arm around the back of my head. “Bros before hoes!”
“But next time,” I said.
Dixie nodded, crossing her arms in a self embrace. The top of her floral sundress pulled down ever so slightly revealing the perfectly formed lines leading from her collarbone to her sternum. She had more muscle and tone than her small frame should have been able to build. Growing from her chest and blooming on her right shoulder was the bright tattoo of a black orchid, with more than a slight resemblance to the art of Georgia O’Keefe.
I struggled to keep my eyes on hers and found myself staring at her blood-red lips at least twice.
“Or,” Dixie smiled, “you might give me a ride one day.”
“I don’t have a car.”
“I do.”
“Then,” my voice caught in my throat. I stared at her lips, but I could see her whole body perfectly clear like she was a centerfold pullout. She wore purple heels that matched her dress and her hair. Her legs were alabaster in cream stockings. I wondered if they were thigh highs or hose. I stammered. “Then, um, why do you need a ride?”
“You’re hopeless.” Dixie laughed and pressed a palm to my chest as if to check my pulse. She laughed before giving me a flick on my shoulder. “I almost forgot! Are you, like, having Jodi do your laundry now?”
“Jodi?”
“Miss Kempter,” she said. “Did you not just give her a laundry bag from your backpack?”
“Uh, yeah,” I said. My focus narrowed back to her eyes again. With the sun beating down on us they were almost another shade of twilight. “I mean no. It’s for some experiment thing. Not a big deal.”
Dixie hit my arm. “Are you doing extra credit without me?”
“No,” I shook my head. “No, I
“Great,” Eat’em belched, “a shirt. Can we go procure the Skittles now? My stomach’s rumbling.”
Before I could turn to leave I noticed something that had fallen behind the box… A wallet. I shoved it in my backpack and left the planetarium.
Chapter 11
I hurried away from the science lab with Eat’em riding along in my backpack, just his head poking through the top.
“Don’t you dare stop for her,” the demon said, “Bros before hoes, yes Jacob?”
“Where’d you hear that?” I said under my breath in spite of the lingering crowd. College campus is the ideal location for any schizophrenic. Nobody cares much if you talk to yourself as it’s a pretty common occurrence with most students. I’d avoid having a fist fight with Eat’em, sure, but I wasn’t much worried about someone noticing me speak with him. Still, just in case, I often wore a Bluetooth headset. I rarely talked to anyone on the phone through it, and never listened to music, but perception is everything, and a well placed earpiece allowed me to talk to Eat’em unbothered almost anywhere.
“Uncle V, yo!” Eat’em patted me on the shoulder. “ Don’t you know, B’s come and go, not talkin’ ‘bout your bro, so drop your hoe. Val knows what it means to be a friend, yes. Unlike you.”
“Unlike me?” I stopped. “If he’s so perfect, why don’t you hang out with him then.”
“He ignores me, yes. Duh!” Eat’em tugged on my collar. “You stopped. Don’t stop! She’s right behind us!”
“Hey, Handsome Jake,” Dixie’s hand grazed my elbow as I turned around. She swept a violet-streaked bang from her face and said breathlessly. “Why are you off in such a hurry?”
“YOU SUCK!” Eat’em screeched from my shoulder.
“I have to catch up with my uncle and Isaac,” I said. “They’re waiting for me.”
“I could give you a ride.”
“I’ll poop in your shoes,” Eat’em threatened.
“That’s okay,” I smiled my appreciation. “They’ve been waiting. I don’t want to tell them they’ve been sitting around for nothing.”
“That’s right,” Eat’em climbed from the bag, sat on my shoulder, and wrapped his arm around the back of my head. “Bros before hoes!”
“But next time,” I said.
Dixie nodded, crossing her arms in a self embrace. The top of her floral sundress pulled down ever so slightly revealing the perfectly formed lines leading from her collarbone to her sternum. She had more muscle and tone than her small frame should have been able to build. Growing from her chest and blooming on her right shoulder was the bright tattoo of a black orchid, with more than a slight resemblance to the art of Georgia O’Keefe.
I struggled to keep my eyes on hers and found myself staring at her blood-red lips at least twice.
“Or,” Dixie smiled, “you might give me a ride one day.”
“I don’t have a car.”
“I do.”
“Then,” my voice caught in my throat. I stared at her lips, but I could see her whole body perfectly clear like she was a centerfold pullout. She wore purple heels that matched her dress and her hair. Her legs were alabaster in cream stockings. I wondered if they were thigh highs or hose. I stammered. “Then, um, why do you need a ride?”
“You’re hopeless.” Dixie laughed and pressed a palm to my chest as if to check my pulse. She laughed before giving me a flick on my shoulder. “I almost forgot! Are you, like, having Jodi do your laundry now?”
“Jodi?”
“Miss Kempter,” she said. “Did you not just give her a laundry bag from your backpack?”
“Uh, yeah,” I said. My focus narrowed back to her eyes again. With the sun beating down on us they were almost another shade of twilight. “I mean no. It’s for some experiment thing. Not a big deal.”
Dixie hit my arm. “Are you doing extra credit without me?”
“No,” I shook my head. “No, I
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