TREMORS

TREMORS

The class ends just before Jessica can respond to me, and believe me, I tried to sit still but my body just would not listen, nor will it rest.

I also try to walk as casually as I can but when Jessica bumps into my shoulder and eyes me.

“Running full speed ahead? What are you? Usain Bolt?”

I right my steps and continue like I was walking to be beheaded and not to the man that was inside me few hours ago.

When we finally reach him, I felt excitement form a lump in my throat. I swallow but it does not go down.

“Professor? You called?” my voice comes out squeaky as I try to speak around the ball in my throat.

Jessica has a look on her face that tells me she is holding back her laughter.

I look away from her, and watch him gather his materials.

I join him pack his materials and our hands meet when I move to put them in his bag.

“Oh god, it’s like watching teenagers.”

“I know right. Everyone can tell what is up from a mile away.”

I drop the papers on the table