WREN
By the timeI’m walking into psychology class, I’m an emotional wreck. Crew must sense it from the look on his face as he watches me head for the desk next to his. I don’t even bother sitting in the front anymore. What’s the point?
“You okay?” he asks when I sit down.
Nodding, I offer him a faint smile. “Fine.”
I can’t tell him about Maggie and Fig. That would be betraying my friend’s trust, and I can’t do that. Not after Maggie told me something so incredibly distressing and private. I had to drag her out of the dining hall after she told me, because she started to tear up. We hid away in a bathroom, and I comforted her, holding her close while she cried into my shoulder and told me everything.
How she doesn’t want to abort the baby, though that’s what Fig wants. She truly believes she can leave school, give birth, and once she’s eighteen, they can move in together and live as a happy little family.
That sounds farfetched, even to me.
“You sure?” Crew is perceptive, just like Fig.
No, wait. I shouldn’t put them in the same category. That’s not fair to Crew. He’s not preying upon me and trying to seduce me.
Or is he?
“I’m just tired,” I admit, which isn’t a lie. I toss and turn in bed every night, and when I do sleep, I have fitful dreams. About my parents. Or Crew. The ones with Crew always end up sexual and I startle awake every time, my body damp with sweat. My hand between my legs.
“Not sleeping well?”
I nod.
“Me either.”
“Why aren’t you sleeping?”
He shrugs. “Got a lot on my mind.”
That’s all he says.
And I don’t bother asking any more questions, because I might not want to know the answers.
Skov enters the classroom right before the bell rings, just like normal. Once she runs through attendance, she claps her hands together, getting our attention.
“Before you start working on your projects, I have a few things I wanted to go over with you.”
I sit up straighter, paying attention, though I can feel Crew’s gaze on me. I sort of hate it when he stares at me.
And I sort of like it too.
“Presentations are happening next week, and you’re giving them together, in front of the class. No exceptions. You can use any form of visuals you’d like, though don’t make it too complicated. I’d like an outline of your project turned in Friday.” The entire class erupts in groans and Skov rests her hands on her hips, waiting for the chorus to settle down. “Okay, calm down. You knew this was going to happen. I’m giving you two days. You can handle it.”
No, I really don’t feel like I can. I don’t think Crew and I even have a handle on this entire project. What are we supposed to talk about exactly? And what sort of visuals are we supposed to use? I knew we’d have to present in front of the class, and usually that sort of thing doesn’t bother me, but right now, I’m frazzled. Just thinking about getting up in front of the class with Crew by my side makes me nervous.
“You look scared,” Crew observes once Skov finishes.
“We have to write an outline in two days,” I stress.
“I’m not worried.” His tone is so dismissive, it’s annoying. “Why? Are you?”
“Do you think we have enough information for our presentation? I don’t even know exactly what we’re doing.”
“I’ve learned a lot about you over the last ten days, Wren.”
I really love it when he says my name, and I really need to stop focusing on that. “I haven’t learned much about you, Crew, so consider yourself lucky.”