Read Online Taught: A City's Secrets Novella by B. B. Hamel - Free Book Online Page B
Authors: B. B. Hamel
Ads: Link
sure it’s a huge record deal. Multi-million dollar contract.
Jim: yeah, definitely. I’ll be playing sold out stadiums soon.
Me: won’t have time for me anymore
Jim: I’ll work you in somehow, I always have space for cute girls
Me: oh good thanks, makes me feel special
Jim: hey I’m in demand now, you’re lucky to get any time with me at all
Me: okay rock star, let’s calm down
Jim: haha sorry, getting ahead of myself
I felt myself smiling like an idiot, staring at the computer screen. I glanced up and looked around. Luckily, Lane was busy playing with her phone, and didn’t notice my stupid grin. Otherwise I’m sure I would be answering a million questions and parsing out every meaningless comment. I had to get a hold of myself.
Jim: so are you working this week?
Me: yeah, Monday Wednesday and Thursday, 6 to closing.
Jim: what time is closing again?
Me: ha, good one.
Jim: I’m just saying, you’d think working at the library meant you’d know which doors locked and which ones didn’t
Me: keep it up mr. professor and you will be banned for life from the stacks
Jim: you don’t have that power
Me: I definitely can make it happen. I know people.
Jim: I believe you actually
Me: good, you should believe me.
Jim: okay, I gotta go. George is here.
Me: good luck! Tell me what he says
Jim: what’s your phone number? I’ll text you
My heart skipped a beat. That was a big step in our relationship. Did I want him to have my number? I guessed I could always change it if he turned out to be a total creeper, but I didn’t think he would be. Or at least I hoped not.
Me: it’s 555-563-8832
Jim: cool. I’ll text you
Then the green icon next to his face disappeared, and I assumed he shut his laptop. I looked around the room again, and found myself staring my phone, waiting for him to message me. He had my number, but his wasn’t in my phone yet.
“God, I feel like such a little kid,” I muttered to myself as I shut my laptop.
“What was that?” Lane said, glancing up from her phone. I looked at her and felt like a nut.
“Nothing, talking to myself.”
“You going all crazy stressed Emma again?”
I laughed. She was referring to the year before when there were some particularly difficult tests all on the same week. I probably didn’t sleep more than a few hours a night for the days leading up to them, and more or less lived in the library. I looked like a crazy cat lady, mumbling theorems and muscle groups to myself as I walked around the apartment. Lane said I stopped showering and gained twenty pounds, which was completely untrue, but I did care a little less about my physical appearance. I lived in a uniform of sweats and sweatshirts, punctuated by Ugg boots and a jacket. In short, I was a mess.
“No, not crazy Emma this time.”
She let out a sign of relief. “Can’t be having that again, seriously Emma. I can’t deal with the stench and the insane comments.”
“I did not have a stench!”
Okay, maybe I had a slight stench, a very small smell, but I wasn’t proud of it, and I definitely didn’t need to admit to it.
Don’t judge me. College could be really stressful sometimes.
“Yeah, sure you didn’t, psycho.”
I grabbed a pillow and threw it at her as she sat at the other end of the couch. She let it bounce off her shoulder.
“Shaking the haters off,” she said. I laughed then stood up. Before I could walk into my room, my phone dinged loudly, and I nearly leapt through the roof. Lane gave me a weird, sideways look.
“You a little jumpy?” she asked. I ignored her and checked my phone. It was a message from a number I didn’t recognized. I swiped right and pulled it up.
10:45am 555-864-2651: hey it’s Jim.
I added him into my contacts.
10:45am Me: so what’s the news, rockstar?
“Hello? Who are you texting with that smile?” Lane said. I got the feeling that I had missed an earlier comment from her. I quickly locked my phone.
“Nobody, just a
Jim: yeah, definitely. I’ll be playing sold out stadiums soon.
Me: won’t have time for me anymore
Jim: I’ll work you in somehow, I always have space for cute girls
Me: oh good thanks, makes me feel special
Jim: hey I’m in demand now, you’re lucky to get any time with me at all
Me: okay rock star, let’s calm down
Jim: haha sorry, getting ahead of myself
I felt myself smiling like an idiot, staring at the computer screen. I glanced up and looked around. Luckily, Lane was busy playing with her phone, and didn’t notice my stupid grin. Otherwise I’m sure I would be answering a million questions and parsing out every meaningless comment. I had to get a hold of myself.
Jim: so are you working this week?
Me: yeah, Monday Wednesday and Thursday, 6 to closing.
Jim: what time is closing again?
Me: ha, good one.
Jim: I’m just saying, you’d think working at the library meant you’d know which doors locked and which ones didn’t
Me: keep it up mr. professor and you will be banned for life from the stacks
Jim: you don’t have that power
Me: I definitely can make it happen. I know people.
Jim: I believe you actually
Me: good, you should believe me.
Jim: okay, I gotta go. George is here.
Me: good luck! Tell me what he says
Jim: what’s your phone number? I’ll text you
My heart skipped a beat. That was a big step in our relationship. Did I want him to have my number? I guessed I could always change it if he turned out to be a total creeper, but I didn’t think he would be. Or at least I hoped not.
Me: it’s 555-563-8832
Jim: cool. I’ll text you
Then the green icon next to his face disappeared, and I assumed he shut his laptop. I looked around the room again, and found myself staring my phone, waiting for him to message me. He had my number, but his wasn’t in my phone yet.
“God, I feel like such a little kid,” I muttered to myself as I shut my laptop.
“What was that?” Lane said, glancing up from her phone. I looked at her and felt like a nut.
“Nothing, talking to myself.”
“You going all crazy stressed Emma again?”
I laughed. She was referring to the year before when there were some particularly difficult tests all on the same week. I probably didn’t sleep more than a few hours a night for the days leading up to them, and more or less lived in the library. I looked like a crazy cat lady, mumbling theorems and muscle groups to myself as I walked around the apartment. Lane said I stopped showering and gained twenty pounds, which was completely untrue, but I did care a little less about my physical appearance. I lived in a uniform of sweats and sweatshirts, punctuated by Ugg boots and a jacket. In short, I was a mess.
“No, not crazy Emma this time.”
She let out a sign of relief. “Can’t be having that again, seriously Emma. I can’t deal with the stench and the insane comments.”
“I did not have a stench!”
Okay, maybe I had a slight stench, a very small smell, but I wasn’t proud of it, and I definitely didn’t need to admit to it.
Don’t judge me. College could be really stressful sometimes.
“Yeah, sure you didn’t, psycho.”
I grabbed a pillow and threw it at her as she sat at the other end of the couch. She let it bounce off her shoulder.
“Shaking the haters off,” she said. I laughed then stood up. Before I could walk into my room, my phone dinged loudly, and I nearly leapt through the roof. Lane gave me a weird, sideways look.
“You a little jumpy?” she asked. I ignored her and checked my phone. It was a message from a number I didn’t recognized. I swiped right and pulled it up.
10:45am 555-864-2651: hey it’s Jim.
I added him into my contacts.
10:45am Me: so what’s the news, rockstar?
“Hello? Who are you texting with that smile?” Lane said. I got the feeling that I had missed an earlier comment from her. I quickly locked my phone.
“Nobody, just a
Similar Books
