A Date for the Fair (The Dating 8) - Page 5

“Um…” I say as I look down at my notepad. “Mr. Rossfield is out for person…” I clear my throat and try focus, but I make the mistake of looking for perfect blue eyes I remember so clearly. Once I spot them, I turn my attention to the class list and drag my finger down, starting from the top. Sure enough, Laura Parrish is listed as a student.

Clearing my throat again, “As I was saying, this is Philosophy 101. We are going to learn the five basic branches, which are metaphysics, epistemology, ethics, politics, and aesthetics. If you are not supposed to be here, now is the time to leave.” I pause and wait for anyone to get up. When no one does, I continue.

“We are going to study Plato, Aristotle, Descartes, Hume, Kant, and Hegel. I caution you now, if you think Philosophy I is an easy A, you’re mistaken. If you do not have a logical mind, you will struggle in this class.”

I move some papers around and survey the class, this time, purposely missing Laura’s penetrating gaze, but not that of the young woman sitting next to her. She’s whispering to my one-time best friend as if this were high school, and I’d like to ask her to share what is so important with the rest of the class.

“I’m unaware of Mr. Rossfield’s homework requirements, but mine are as follows. All assignments, unless otherwise noted, will be due the next day by midnight, via email. I’ve added my address to the syllabus. I strongly recommend that you put it in your contacts. I do not accept late assignments. Please also go to the website listed on your paper to read over my attendance policy. Until I can touch base with Mr. Rossfield, we will follow the same guidelines as my other classes. So, this policy may be subject to change.”

“Does everyone have a textbook?” A few students nod but most grumble. I didn’t have time to run by Rossfield’s office to snag his. The lack of books makes me wonder if he actually sent an email out to the students about what they would need. By the confused looks, I’m guessing he didn’t.

“For tonight, chapters one and two. I’m not gonna lie, they’re boring and you’ll probably wonder what you’re doing with your life, which is exactly what we’ll discuss next week when we meet up. If you can’t find this book in the bookstore, please email me and I will send you the chapters, but only this once. Please, find the book online if the store doesn’t have it. You’re excused for the day.”

As soon as everyone stands up, my attention is back on Laura. “Ms. Parrish, I’d like to see you after class.” The woman next to Laura makes a face and it reminds me of how Laura used to act when something good happened to her.

Once everyone is gone, Laura walks down the auditorium style stairs until she’s face to face with me. “Hey, Jude,” she says and then starts to laugh. I know the Beatles song is playing in her head, it always has.

“You know, I wasn’t sure that was you sitting up there. I had to do a double take, stumbled over my words at the thought of my childhood best friend being in my class, and then to see your name on the class sheet… just wow.”

“It’s me, in the flesh.”

“And in college.” I point out. “Have to say, I never thought I’d see you again.”

Laura shies away and I know I touched a nerve. We have deep rooted skeletons in our closet, which I fully intend to exploit while I can. I don’t want an apology from her, I get why she broke off contact, but our friendship meant everything to me, and I want to know why she tossed me aside like take-out garbage.

She inhales and squares her shoulders. “Are you allowed to get coffee with a student?”

I shake my head slowly. “But for you, I’d break all the rules.”

Laura smiles and it sends my heart into a tailspin. “I wouldn’t want you to get into trouble.”

I laugh. “You’re worth it.”3LauraIt’s strange how things feel so normal with Jude. He’s changed so much over the years. Sexy even. I was nervous as hell when he called my name to see me after class, but I don’t think he hates me. Or, at least, I hope not. Maybe he’s being nice for now, and at the end of the semester, plans on failing me as payback. Then again, I don’t see Jude doing something like that.

We walk down the hall, past other college students who are too busy with their own lives to notice that a professor is walking with a student. I don’t even see how it could be a problem anyway. We’re the same age and childhood friends.

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