“Because when I’m feeling upset this is where I like to go. To put things into perspective. Nothing has ever been so bad that I’ve wanted to jump, so that’s a good thing, I guess.” He reached out and tried to take the bottle but I held tight. Our eyes met, and I saw in his something sad. Loneliness? Regret? I wasn’t sure. He tugged, and I tugged back and soon I was on top of him, laughing. And a moment later he stopped laughing and stared at me as I’d seen him stare at me before when we were younger and alone in his room. He looked as if he were going to kiss me. But it never happened in the past and it wasn’t going to happen now. And before he could reject me I rolled over and stared at the stars.

I pointed to a group of stars, “Look, it’s Kyle’s penis.”

“There?” He motioned with his finger to a large cluster of stars.

“No,” I said. “There.” I motioned, outlining something very small.

Chapter Five

I walked into the Art History class on the first day of the new semester and found a pleasant surprise sitting in the back of the lecture hall with his notebook out and his pencil writing furiously. Kent.

He didn’t notice me as I slowly approached him, like a cat stalking its prey. I grinned as I sat down beside him, whispering as I pulled out my pen and flipped my notebook open, "I heard this professor is a real hard ass..."

Kent looked up from his notes towards my familiar voice. "Wait… you have this class too?" He looked around as if he was going to be punk’d or something. A small smile formed on his lips as his eyes settled on me.

"Yeah...gotta get that art credit somehow. And you know me, I'm no artist when it comes to my hands." I smacked my forehead and shook my head. "That...came out wrong."

A little blush touched Kent's cheeks as he laughed. "Oh, Elly. Still the slip of the lips, I see. I’m excited to have some time carved out three times a week to talk to you."

The professor walked in and the lights went down. I looked at Kent in the darkness, the only light shining on his face was from the slides the professor projected onto the front wall of the classroom. I wondered what he would do if I touched his knee. Or blew in his ear. I was still slightly sore from my disaster of a date but it was quickly sliding away the longer I stared at him. His new and improved biceps were going to be my newest obsession. They bulged delightfully with each movement of his hand. He’d always been cute to me, but damn, he was turning into quite the man.