My heart thundered in my chest. A violent, constant reminder of the plans waiting for me the moment I got home.
Xavier sent out the message declaring the 'hang out' the day prior. Despite it being late in the semester and finals rapidly approaching-- or perhaps because of those facts ---everyone readily agreed to go out drinking.
Kay was meant to escort me home from lab but I told him I'd be staying late and to meet us at the bar. A lie, of course. I just wanted time to get dressed and hype myself up.
I'd been staring through a microscope in a daze, not processing anything on the slide, when I heard Xavier lightly rapping his knuckles on the open lab door. I looked up at him with wide, unblinking eyes.
"Bro you look like you're going to war," Xavier snorted.
"Love and war work on the same rules," I offered flatly.
Xavier scowled at me, "Since when did you become a philosopher?"
