Not Really

“Huh? Well, just hanging out with the girls? What’s up?” Chrissy asked.

“...” I said something from the book I think. But I wasn’t sure which line.

“What? That… Hmmm. Did you say something?” she asked.

“I just wanted to see you. Wanna come over?” I asked.

“Uh… well. I’ll see what I can do, okay?”

“Of course. Not like we planned anything but when don’t I wanna see my sexy babe,” I said making this noise she liked.

“Omg, you fucking… hahaha okay. I love you too, see you-”

The phone hung up.

I got back to the campus early enough. I decided to enjoy some natural light with a natty lite beer and in the courtyard. This book was. I dunno. Like, I could describe it easily enough in that it was good, exactly what I wanted. Well, I was hoping for pictures. It looked expensive as well. The text though. I just felt lost.

Beautiful? Nah, it didn’t felt right. I tried thinking of rewriting it in more plain words but I just keep feeling like, a sense of where do I start? It was frustrating, well, not the text, the fact I couldn’t find the words to describe it was so hard. It was almost like it was in its least common denominator already, like it couldn’t be simplified.

Like. This line on page 5. “...” how could you right that better? I couldn’t think of a way? It was just… just… something you’d only find in the Souris Triste I suppose, but that hardly felt like a description of what I just read.

“Hey fellow carpet muncher,” Trish said slapping my back and sitting next to me.

“Oh hey. What’s up,” I thought as I looked at her. The crimson hair being the only straight thing about her. Normally she didn’t cause me any issues, but god damn was she not wearing a bra? I gulped looking at her tits. Lord give me strengh. Or Chrissy! Hurry!

“Just got done with my swim. So what is the star running back daring to read?” she asked as she reached-

“Wait you-”

She touched the book and lifted it up and she shivered as she did. “I… uhm. Is… is this like occult hentai? It looks expensive? Where did… hmmm…. Is this thing laced with something?” she said setting it down.

“I… I didn’t think so. I mean I got it at the library, but it did get me and the librarian to react that way. Wait. You think someone may have actually laced it?”

She squeezed her legs together. “Well, not sure how else you would explain your gold star lesbian feeling like you just fucking giving me super molly. Granted even that thing being laced with molly doesn’t explain that. Damn.”

“You think I should-”

…

Huh. I do seem fine.

“Should want?” she asked fidgeting.

“Wear gloves,” I said.

“Well, no fucking duh. Also tell the library, cops and call an ambulance,” she said getting up. “I’d help but, I let my phone back-”

“...” I said.

“What? What are you talking about? Look, I know you… I know our heads might be a bit… messed up right now. But… think with the right head for a second.”

They would take the book. Obviously. Then the librarian could loose her job. Chrissy wouldn’t see it. Like. I was thinking just fine. I grabbed her wrist. “Slow breaths. Count my pulse. Look at my eyes. Any issues? You are a med student?”

“What? But… ugh, fine,” she grabbed my wrist, but I brought her hand up to my arm and tensed it a bit.

“Check here. It is more accurate. Right?”

She gulped a bit.

I could feel her blood pressure right. It was like the book understood this would happen. It understood this was what I should do. I looked into her eyes. They seemed fine.

“Its, big… beating a bit fast? But not too fast?” she said her face flushing.

“Emergency services shouldn’t be called if it isn’t an emergency. So, I will take the book inside. You can bring over one of those swaps. We can test it. Find out what is going on. An investigation could look bad if it turns out we our high but this book isn’t the cause. But we are fine? Right?”

“But, I mean, that is ridiculously and we…”

“...” I said. The book was so good. It was like so prepared for everything.

“I… ” she looked at my pants and blushed and looked away. “I…”

“Oh hey Trish. What’s going on,” someone shouted.