Forrest Gump was on the television in the front of the classroom. Not one person was paying attention, and the teacher couldn’t have cared less. She was busy packing up what was left in the cabinets. This was such a joke. If it weren’t because he could almost taste Rose’s kisses and knew that would be a daily thing for him in just a week when he went back to La Jolla for the summer, he wouldn’t even have shown up this last week. The last time Vince had seen Rose was just a few weeks ago. Incredibly the La Jolla Morenos had actually waited a few months after Sal and Grace’s baby was born to celebrate having him home. Rose had already mentioned babysitting for them. They’d get a lot of alone time when Sal and Grace needed her to watch the baby while they went out. Vince wasn’t about to blow this. He could do this. It was boring as shit, and he’d much rather be at the beach like he knew most of the other seniors would be, spending this week there instead of showing up to class, but Rose was totally worth it.
