Can't touch me!

I had to hurry from my MnC lecture to my Critical Thinking lecture (I'm not actually enrolled in it, but I crash it for interest) nearly half the campus away. So I sprint into the waiting area outside the lecture hall, and nearly smack into Toilet Boy. We stare at each other for a few seconds. "This is getting creepy," I think to myself, "I'm seeing him everywhere. First in politics, then in creative writing, and now in philosophy."

"Hey," I pant.
"Hey," he nods his head.

We stand awkwardly. We stand a little out of each other's eyelines as he stares at the lecture hall doors, and I continue to pant on the spot, trying to catch my breath.

Finally, the hall doors burst open and we wait for the entrance/ exit to clear before he walks in, slightly in front of me. Another random guy slides in between us, but I'm determined to sit next to Toilet Boy. He sits down, then looks up at me as I squeeze into the seat next to him.

"Hi James, how are you?" I chirp brightly.
He nods his head and smiles tentatively. I think he's straining to remember my name.
"How were your holidays?" I continue, undaunted.
He breaks into a glorious smile.
"I got a job at a supermarket," he laughs.
And I laugh too, because it's the funniest thing I've heard all day. Know why? Because it's Monday. Shittiest day of the week.
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MnC tute. No Jaime. No Chris. No Maddie. No Andy. No Yuan. No Marissa. No Tarryn. And worst of all, No Sheryl.

Perhaps the only bright spot - guy named Tim sitting right across me, with biceps so bulging I didn't know where else to look during the entire tute.

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