An A Plus

“I got an A on that last paper. Couldn’t believe it. I worked on it for like a day -”

“You always get As, man. Always.” Jake shook his head.

I chuckled, “yeah. I don’t know. I don’t know how I do it.”

Jake slowed our walk until we stood just in front of the library.

“What are you doing for Jackson?” He asked.

I looked to the sky and shrugged, “writing an essay. At least…yeah, writing an essay.”

He nodded, “cool.”

Turning to head into the library he paused with a hand on the door.

“You’re gonna be the best lawyer, man. You do everything.” He sighed, “you’re gonna be the best.”

I thanked him as he disappeared through the doors. Letting out a deep sigh of my own I couldn’t quite place why my stomach had bolted together.

Walking back to my dorm Casey Jones ran up to me. Her hair uncombed, she was out of breath.

“What’s going on?” I asked

“Did you? Did,” she closed her eyes and reopened them when her breath had caught up with her words, “what did you get from Freedman?

I shrugged, “an A.”

She swallowed, “oh. Okay.”

I waited a moment and then broke down and asked, “what did you get?”

She beamed, “A plus.”

I nodded a few times. Those bolts clamped down harder and seemed to staple themselves all the way up to my throat. Casey Jones didn’t stop smiling, so I walked away.



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