Because I know I am. This guy got his A. Now I get the girl. I stare down at my phone, and I know what he’s talking about. My heart hammers and my stomach flip-flops. Babcock was late posting the grades and I’ve been hitting refresh all day like a crazy person. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. I made myself back away from the computer and do my reading for another class. As soon as I read Ryker’s text, I run to my computer and pull up the grade portal. The browser seems to take forever to load. Come on. Come on. What if he got an A and I didn’t? I’m nervous every time I check my grades, but never more so than right now. I screw up my login and password twice before I have to wipe my hands on my jeans and enter each letter slowly. The page loads and I click on Professional Responsibility. Another agonizing ten seconds pass before my grade pops onto the screen. I got an A. A lump rises in my throat. Holy. Shit. This is really happening. Tonight. Why does it seem so much more intense right now because I know exactly what’s coming?
