JT: I need to fuck you.
JT: Also, how are you? How was your day?
JT:Still need to fuck you.
Maggie: Same. And I also want to talk to you. There’s a lot on my mind.
JT: Count me in for fucking and talking. You pick the order.
Maggie:The thing is…how can we have a good conversation if our brains are lust-fogged?
Maggie: So, sex first is really the only answer.
JT: You make a good point.
JT: Rumor has it there’s a back room up here with a faulty lock. Feel like looking for microfiche with me?
Maggie: No clue what microfiche is, but yes.
JT: See the fake Ficus about twenty feet to your left?
Maggie: Fakus spotted.
JT: In ten minutes, walk in that direction and turn right when you get to the bank of elevators.
I scan my surroundings, mapping my route just as he’s directing me to. Anyone looking on would think JT’s typing a paper and that I’m scrolling through my socials.
Maggie: Got it.
JT: There’s gonna be a coat closet on your left, and a door that says A/V on your right.
JT: Shit.
JT: Just
I stare at my watch trying to decipher his texts. I spare at quick glance at JT, but he’s too focused on his laptop screen to notice.
“Dude!”
The minute I hear Mickey’s voice, it all makes sense. I bite my lip to keep from laughing. We nearly got cockblocked by his bestie.
But when Mickey dumps his stuff on the table and takes the seat next to JT, my laughter dies.
He’s not actually joining us, is he?
“Dude. You said never said you were coming to the library. Now we can be study buddies. This is great. Because I have no fucking clue what the prof was talking about in Stats. Do you? That final is gonna be a bitch. Is this coffee?” he asks, reaching for my cup and taking a sip.
JT’s eyes go wide. “Jesus, Mick. That’s not my cup.”
Mickey makes a face and reaches for napkin. I have one, so I hand it to him.
“Holy fuckballs. That’s not coffee, it’s pure sugar. It’s like half a cup of chocolate syrup with a tablespoon of milk. That’s too sweet even for me. Is Theo on crack? Where the hell did you get that?”
“It’s not mine,” JT repeats, just as I wave my hand.
“Sorry, that’s mine.”
Mickey stares at me for a long time. “Do your teeth hurt?” he asks.
