Who I Am With You (Imagination #10) - Staci Stallings Page 0,68

of a lovely deep sleep when her roommate came banging in like she was in a shoot-‘em-up at the O.K. Corral. Could she be any louder?

Taylor flopped the comforter over her head to at least block out the blinding light. This was getting ridiculous. No one should be permitted to make this much noise at midnight much less at four in the morning. “God, please give me patience with this girl because I’m about to knock her into next Tuesday.”

Knowing the idea was pointless in the extreme, Greg dragged himself out of bed at 8:15, dressed, and actually got to eat things that were supposed to be eaten for breakfast. The milk was good, and there was cereal. What a concept. It only took him 30 minutes to be out the door.

The stop at the hospital didn’t take long. The lady he talked to wasn’t overly gracious, but she did update his application with the new information and submit it for review. With that, he figured what was done was done, and he headed back through the morning traffic to Tech. At least Taylor wouldn’t get to yell at him for slacking. That would be a first.

Because she had to get from the Classroom Center to the Science Building, Taylor knew she wouldn’t beat Greg there, and she was right. Collapsing into the desk next to him, she slid her backpack to the floor with a thump.

“Does anybody else notice that somebody should take into account getting from one class to the other in ten minutes on this campus?” she asked. Pulling out her heavy Chem II book, she let it thump onto the desk before digging out her notebook to join it. “I knew I should’ve joined a gym last semester. Between this and the five flights of stairs I have to climb multiple times a day mind you because the elevator on our wing is still out…” Heaving another sigh, she pulled up her own whining and looked at him, looking at her. “So…?”

He arched his eyebrows. “So…?”

“Any news from the hospital?”

“I went. They updated it.” He shrugged. “Done, but that’s probably the last I’ll hear about it.”

Down front the professor strode in. “Pipe down, people. We’ve got a lot to get through today.”

“Why do you always have to think things are going to collapse and burn?” she asked. “Have some faith. You might be surprised at what God’s going to do.”

After class, they didn’t even discuss where they were going or if they were going wherever it was together. Somehow, they simply walked until they stopped at the student union. It was too early for lunch, so instead of stopping at the dining part, they headed over to the couches and benches.

“So are you done for the day?” Greg asked as he pulled out his laptop to get some work done on Poli Sci. If he didn’t get his head in that game, he was going to be sunk.

“Hardly.” She whisked a finger through her hair to push it back as she pulled out her Stats and a notebook on the couch next to him. “I’ve got the Chem II lab at 4, and film class tonight at seven.”

Slamming to a full stop, Greg turned and looked at her in confusion. “Film…? Really?”

Taylor tipped her head back at his reaction. “Yeah. Why? Is that a problem?”

“Uh. No. Not a problem. It’s just that I have a film class tonight at seven.”

Her eyes widened. “Seriously. You never told me that.”

“Well, how would I know it was even something to mention?”

“Hm.” She nodded as if she was intrigued. “Well, at least if it’s awful, we can suffer through it together.” Angling her gaze to her notebook, she started on her homework.

Greg clicked over to the Poli Sci class to see what the discussion post was supposed to be about and when it was due. “You think it’s going to be awful?”

Shrugging, Taylor never looked up. “You never know. Some of those are blow-off classes, and some are tear-your-hair-out-and-forget-about-it. I had a Music Appreciation class when I first got here.” Not a single time did she look up as her pencil worked across the notebook. “Supposed to be easy. That’s what everybody said. Yeah, everybody lied.”

With her working, Greg fell silent and forced himself into his own work. He hoped the film class would be on the easy side of that spectrum because he couldn’t take one more impossible mission.

Where the hour went, Taylor wasn’t sure, but when she looked