Why Should I Apologize?

Then one of their faces flashed across my mind. His features hadn’t been delicate, but I would never have called him manly. I had seen him around in a couple of my classes. I only remembered him because he had such a princely look, like Bustin Jeiber when he had gone to the Frammys as a blonde. Natalie hadn’t been able to shut up about him and insisted I watch all of his music videos and public appearances. The first time was okay, but the more she went on and on about him, the less attractive I had found him and the less I was thankful to be able to use her as an excuse to stay away from 'home'. By the time we left, we honestly couldn’t have moved away fast enough.

I tried to think of the guy's name, but nothing came to mind. I decided to move off the topic and back to the glare he had given me from the time Clyde found me 'til I managed to ditch them at his truck. The kid may have had some good looks, but that glare was deadly. I almost wanted to start apologizing for...what? Why had he glared at me? It wasn’t like I had done anything.

Eventually I was startled awake by Clyde, who was shaking me roughly out of my doze, though it seemed that everything he did somehow always ended up being rough. How could he be so chipper this late in the evening? And when had he gotten back? His hair was wet, as if he had just taken a shower.

I grumbled at him, wanting to sleep before I had to get up to get ready for class. My first one just so happened to be the test I had mentioned earlier. Why couldn't people let others be, especially when they were exhausted?

“Classes start in 5,” I could hear laughter in his voice, like he thought the entire world was some joke just to make him laugh. Then his words registered. 5. 5 minutes until class!

I pushed him aside and frantically got up, not bothering to change clothes. If they had been good enough yesterday, they would be good enough today. I still threw on a sweater before sliding the stack of books into my bag and zipping it as I tried to slip on my shoes. I grabbed my phone and was out the door, Clyde still standing by my bed in utter bewilderment as I bolted to class - and my test. At least I had apparently gotten plenty of sleep.