Drop the Class

Filling out the paperwork to drop the class makes you sad. You were expecting this to be your favorite course. However, you don’t really believe God is dead and you certainly aren’t pledging your soul to Satan.

As you head back to the dorm, you get text from Taylor.

Need to unwind after that clusterfuck, drinks tonight?

You couldn’t agree more. Two hours later you meet Taylor in the campus pub.

“Can you believe that bitch wanted us to pledge our souls to Satan?”

“And, only for an A. I mean c’mon they have to be worth more than that.”

“So what course are you picking up?”

“I haven’t officially dropped it yet. I’m still trying to figure out what to take.”

“Seriously, Taylor? Drop first, think later.”

“I suppose you’re right. I’ll get in to the registrars tomorrow. Hey, isn’t that Wyatt?”

You bite your lip and nod.

“Go for it girl.”

You saunter up to Wyatt and sit next to him at the bar.

“That class today sure was crazy.”

He looks at you and you admire his ruggedly handsome good looks. He smiles a welcoming smile.

“Hey, you’re that girl who was sitting behind me. What’s your name…”

“I’m Maya.”

“I knew it was something with an M. I’m Wyatt.”

“It’s so nice to meet you. So, what class are you going to switch to?”

“Switch to? Why? Comparative Religion is an easy A now.”

“I mean the whole give your soul to Satan thing?”

“Hey, it isn’t that bad. I’m still pretty sure my Political Science professor actually was Satan.”

You laugh.

He caresses your cheek.

“You want to get out of here?”