Toby is late for school

“Oh shit,” Toby muttered one morning.

“What’s up?” I asked, looking up from dicking on my phone.

It was still early in the morning and we were eating breakfast. Toby had college early on Tuesdays. I just woke up early because that’s what I do. I didn’t have anything but a trip to the dojo and the gym later. Then college way later.

“My… professor moved one of the classes,” Toby said, scrolling on his phone.

“Yeah?” I asked, stilling scrolling through the gram. “Why can’t we have politicians like this?” I thought, looking at what the Europeans got.

“Yeah, I’m probably gonna be late… The class is in 20 minutes,” Toby muttered in defeat.

My intention snapped back to the real world. I reached over to the bowl where we kept the car keys and fetched the one with an angry bull on, and slid it across the kitchen island.

“Take the Lambo,” I said casually. I knew mileage was a huge hubbub about expensive cars, but I had the mindset that cars were made to use. Tho, I really should get a regular car some day.

“... I don’t have a license…” Toby said, staring at the keys, not even daring touching them.

I quickly moved around the island and grabbed the keys again, nodded my head for him to come after as I moved down the hall. “Come on, I’ll drive ya, then,” I said.

“Oh… Thanks!” Toby grabbed his bag and hurried after me.

“Not a problem at all, buddy,” I chuckled, marching down towards the hallway.

“Shouldn’t you get dressed,” Toby asked.

I looked down. Damn. I had nothing but my bathrobe on. Fuck it.

“Nah, I’m not getting out of the car anyway,” I said.

A few minutes later we were roaring down the road. It was a bit awkward at first, perhaps especially after Saturday. Sunday I was hungover, of course. Monday I hadn’t really seen Toby. The property was pretty big so it was easy to keep for yourself, I guess. So today was the first time I’d really seen him since that fateful night.

But it wasn’t, for once, me to break the ice.

“How did you guys get married?” Toby asked. I looked over at him. He seemed to focus on the road ahead. I was driving pretty fast, so maybe he was distracting himself.

“Me and Kim? Oh, we’ve been together forever,” I replied. “So when we were gonna move together, I popped the question.”

“How’d you do it?” Toby asked.

“After a fight. Boxing match, don’t worry. Not some stupid street thing. I proposed to her in the ring after a win,” I explained, thinking back to how surprised she had been.

“You’re a lucky guy,” Tiby muttered. I don’t think it was all intended for me to hear. But I did.

“I guess I am. Kim is wonderful. But I guess we agree on that, eh?” I said, nudging him lightly with my elbow, laughing. Toby smiled and nodded.

“Alright, here we are. Alive and un-ticketed,” I said, pulling up ahead of the main building where Toby took his programming classes. I had too, back when I took my Major.

“Oh no,” Toby muttered.

“What? Did they change it again?” I asked, looking towards his phone. Toby pointed to behind me.

I turned. A parking guard was already on his way over to me.

“Don’t worry. Head in, I’ll deal with it,” I said with a resigned sigh.

Toby opened the car door and hurried away. He only had a few minutes until the class started anyway.

“Hey, you can’t park here!” the guard said.

“I just gave someone a lift, chill,” I explained.

“Hey Josh! What are you doing here?” a familiar voice exclaimed. Amanda was now approaching as well.

The guard immediately were smitten by Amanda’s bombshell looks. A stunner blonde bombshell with the confidence to back up her snarkiness. The guard started stammering as he became flustered.

“Uhm. Yes. Well, I want you gone in five minutes… Josh!” the guard said, letting me know he now knew my name. He then wandered off.

“I was just dropping Toby off. They changed his classes or something,” I explained to Amanda.

I wanted the conversation to be over as quickly as possible, but I didn’t want to be rude either. And also, she had saved me a parking ticket just now. Amanda trailed her gaze down across my attire.

“Yeah, heh, we were in a hurry,” I explained, chuckling.

“So Toby lives another day?” Amanda asked.

“Yeah. Why?” I asked, somewhat confused.

“Zach was not happy about it. He left a dozen phone calls and even more texts.”

“About getting tossed out?” I asked, still a bit lost.

“No… More the whole Toby-situation. How are you even cool with it? You know any guy who can get a kiss anywhere, you know where that goes!”

“Pff, get outta here. Kim told me. We were just having some youthful fun,” I said, waving it off.

“Well, you’re more understanding than Zach then. He’s so damn insecure. All talk and bravado, yet such a boy. But I’d be careful around Toby’s hog, by the way. A girl might get some ideas,” Amanda chuckled. I just shook my head.

“Yeah, well, iI had my head in some other girl’s tits, so I guess we’re even.” I said, trying to conclude this whole thing.

“You think… you think she reall is a trann… I mean a transexual?” Amanda asked, leaning in deviously, as if it was the town’s gossip now.

“What the fuck does that matter? It’s her business,” I said, looking Amanda dead in the eye. She took the hint.

“Five minutes, I said! It’s been ten!” the parking guard roared, waving a freshly baked ticket right out of the oven. I sighed.