Chapter Eighteen

On Tuesday I walk out behind Roman after English class. Although my chair had been empty when I first walked into class this morning, I chose to let it remain that way rather than sitting on it and arguing with him about who the rightful owner is. As I have been saying, our disagreements would have to pause until we're done with our paired project.

"Roman wait" I call out, jogging to catch up with his long strides.

He paused, then turned around to face me, "Cookie..." He drawls out, surprised.

"We need to talk about our project, we haven't yet set a date and we need to as soon as possible, failure is not an option, Roman" I warn

"Of course, Cookie" He affirms with a small smile. As I take note of his smile and outfit for the day- washed dark jeans that I’m sure are designers, black leather jacket over a grey shirt I’m sure are also designers and grey Nike Jordans- I realize that this is the first time we're having a casual conversation, normally insul