Draft 407 of my 'love letter' stared at me as I moved about my room getting ready for the day. My trash bin was overflowing with torn and crumpled paper. My usual sex dream had been undercut by a paper monster sitting in a cuck chair next to my bed.
The memory made me shiver but I did my best to ignore it as I haphazardly shoved my papers and laptop into my bag.
Xavier was leaning against the door as I left my bedroom. He nodded at me and tapped his keys against the door. His bushel of acrylic keychains clacked together like marbles rolling down stairs.
"Still down for study group after your midterm?"
I hissed through my teeth and screwed my eyes closed, "I forgot."
"No big deal, dude." Xavier put a hand on my shoulder before turning to lock the door behind us, "We'll manage without your big brain there to help us."
"I'll be there, just late," I scowled.
