Let's start right where we left off last week.
"Yes, I'm going to
learn all of it upfront and then I'll just have to follow the class
with one ear," I said.
"Seriously?"
Amy asked.
"Impossible,"
Alex said. "It's the same as you taking five extra classes, what
has gotten into you?"
He dipped a french fries
in his ketchup on both sides before eating it. I started to thing
that this was a pretty annoying way to eat but I caught myself
thinking that the reason why I thought it was annoying was because I
didn't like Alex all that much. Every time I looked at him I saw
lieutenant Fin with a terrible personality. And the difference was
due to the fact that lieutenant Fin didn't have a twin sister around.
What annoyed me was not the way he dipped his fries in the ketchup,
what annoyed me what the way he talked to Amy. Have you ever noticed
that when you start not liking someone, every little thing they do
which could even have been adorable a couple of day prior, every
little habit they had were also getting on your nerves? Well that was
it and there wasn't much I could do about it. I really needed a black
out to take my mind on something else.
"My future,"
Amy answered.
"Your future,"
Alex said.
"Yeah, like what do
I want to do with my life? What kind of people I want to be? And who
I want to be that person for?"
"So you met a guy
last night taking the new classes you're going to register for?"
Alex asked mater of factly.
"Why do guys always
have to believe that everything a girl does has to do with one of
them?" I said.
"You ask him,"
Amy said, "I'm not a guy, I wouldn't know."
"So you are telling
me that you want to take more classes as in a search for knowledge to
build yourself a better future," Alex said.
"Exactly," Amy
answered.
Alex laughed. I knew he
didn't believe it and that annoyed me. It was a bit like being in
front of my mother the first time I had told her that I wanted to be
a physicist. She had laughed first then in front of my face she had
asked what a physicist did, then she had asked what I needed to do to
become a physicist and then told me to stop the nonsense. That's how
she had come up with the perfect plan of me working at her company. A
safe plan, a forever job, security, not something I needed to study
or work for, the easy way out. Alex was trying to push Amy toward the
easy way out.
"You won't even last
one semester and you know it," he said.
Amy looked down at her
half eaten ham-cheese croissant and cut a tiny piece very slowly.
"What is it for you?
What does if do to you if she try? What will be the result on your
life if she fails or succeed?" I said.
He was unnerving.
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