Makayla said on Thursday as we left the Milton Science Center.She and I had Bullshit Bio for NonScience Majors together. I was counting on this easy A to boost my calculus grade.“Gee, thanks. Glad to know I’ve been making an impression.”“I’m just glad you’re getting over yourself and whatever that douche canoe’s name is.”Douchecanoe? My brain filed that one away while I tried not to make any actual mental images to go with it. It was probably better not to mention that I was all cheerful because I was meeting Wyatt in about an hour. Considering that was step one in my Getting Blake Back Plan, what with the douchecanoe reference and all.Makayla hiked her bag farther up on her shoulder. “I’m starving. Think I’ll splurge and get more than yogurt for lunch. What five-meat-combo sub are you having today? And just so you know I hate your skinny self for not having to worry about the freshman fifteen.”She had to take a breath sometime, and when she did I stuck in, “I’ve got to head back to Fisher.”“You’re not coming with me to lunch?”
