PANT-UPS.

“Well, that’s all for today.”

The moment Keon utters those words I’m out of my seat, flying towards the door ignoring all the startled shouts in my wake.

I screech to stop before a baffled Keon, who is still putting his tab down. Should I say something? I feel like I should say something.

“Adios,” I squeak giving the poor man a finger salute.

His face transforms like his fighting a laugh or a cringe, but I’m too embarrassed to wait around and see.

I dash out the door and slam into the dean like a little tornado, sending both of us to the gleaming marble floors.

“Mahi, what’s …”

I jump off him kneeing his kidneys in the process; sorry dad, and with a muttered apology I zoom across the quad towards the library, opting to marinate in shame where no one would find me.

I was tired of all the drama in this place, a girl needed some peace and quiet, and her emotional support system.