“Yeah, only some, you losers,” calls out one of the guys toward the back, pulling a few laughs.
I shake my head. “Okay, you’re all free to go.”
I turn back to the table at the front of the room and gather my belongings, watching as the students filter out. It was crazy that I was dreading this class. It has turned out to be my most fun course and has reminded me why I fell in love with psychology in the first place.
It also helps that a couple of my students seem to have the psychology bug too.
“Professor Taylor?”
Speaking of…
I turn to find Sebastian Doyle. He’s wearing a hockey jersey and a big grin.
“I just wanted to say thank you. You’ve made this class much more interesting.”
“Thank you, Sebastian. I’m happy to hear that. I could tell that you enjoy psychology.”
His backpack slides off his arm, and he hikes it back up onto his shoulder. “Yeah, I was planning on majoring in biology, but now I’m thinking of neuropsychology.”
I smile. “It sounds like I’ll see you next year, then.”
“For sure. I just have to hope I can keep my grades up and still play.”
I point to his jersey. “You’re on the hockey team?”
“Sure am. I hope to go pro.”
I’m not surprised. Most students who come to Havenwood for the hockey team all hope to go pro. Because of the university winning the last three national championships, they are near the top of the draft.
“Well, when you’re playing and famous, I’ll be able to say I knew you when.”
He grins. “I’ll save some seats for you, professor.”
“I’d like that.”
“Hey, Seb? You coming?” another player shouts from the doorway.
“I gotta go. Thanks again,” he says as he turns to go.
“Thank you.”
I go to my office and type up some notes for Professor Button and send them over. It takes me longer than expected, but I still have time for a quick lunch before my next class.
Without looking around, I exit my building and head straight for the sandwich shop. I’m stopped in my tracks. Outside the new sciences building, someone has revived the memorial for Randy. It was placed there shortly after news of his death hit campus. The cards and flowers had faded, but today, there are fresh flowers and even a teddy bear.
While he wasn’t a favorite of mine, he was someone’s son, someone’s friend, and whoever killed him is still out there. If the police have any ideas on motive, they aren’t sharing.
“Hey, Lucy, wait up.”
I turn to see Ted marching toward me. I smile despite the fact I really want to eat lunch alone today. Don’t get me wrong, Ted has been nothing but a kind friend, especially this past month while Cody has been gone. But lately, he’s almost too clingy.
“Heading to lunch?” he asks once he catches up.
He’s wearing his usual outfit comprising a blue button-up shirt buttoned up to his chin and a pair of gray dress pants. While he looks professional, I don’t see how that shirt is comfortable.
“Yeah, I was thinking of just grabbing a sandwich and then going back to my office. I’ve fallen behind on my research project since I’ve been teaching an extra class.”
“I still can’t believe they asked you to teach that. It’s such an insult.”
