Slide Into My DM

Chapter Eight

Megara

“Frankie!” I scream into the apartment.

It’s Wednesday the eighteenth of December and final grades have been posted. Holding my laptop in my hands, I rush into the living room. “Frankie!” I screech again.

Lounging on the couch, her wide-eyed expression is of confusion. “What? What is it?”

Balancing the laptop in one palm, I gesture to my computer with my free hand. “Grades are up.”

She sits up now, knowing this is something I’ve been fretting about. “And?”

“That stupid freshman seminar I have the B in? It was a f*****g pass-fail. So, I passed.”

“So…”

“Four-point-oh, baby! Tri-C doesn’t count pass-fails,” I clarify, “So my three A’s give me a four-point-oh GPA.”

She’s standing now and fist-pumped the air. “We gotta motherfucking celebrate!”

I jump up and down, “I know!”

Thomas

“Love all these girls celebrating the end of the semester, man,” Patrick gestures with his phone.

Running on the treadmill, I only glance over. “Oh, yeah, grades came out today, didn’t they?”

In his walk, he nods, “Yep. I passed all my classes, so whatever.”

I look at my phone in the cubby of the machine, “I should probably check mine.”

Patrick scoffs, “Com’on, you know you have, like, straight A’s.”

“A four-point-oh,” I correct him.

“Yeah….” There’s a long pause while he drinks water, then he jumps on the side of the treadmill. Leaning over he shows me a girl’s i********: account. “Speaking of a four-point-oh, this gorgeous lady just posted that’s what she got.”

I don’t even need to look too long to know, “That’s Meg.”

“Meg?”

“From English?”

“Oh, the b***h,” he frowns and clicks out of her profile. “Probably not as pretty as she is online, either, huh?”

“Oh no, she’s gorgeous. And not exactly a b***h… a bit of a pill, really.”

“What about that other girl?”

I up the speed, “What other girl?”

“That one that’s got you smiling to your phone all the time. I saw some artsy i********: on your screen.”

I glare at him, “Way to be a creeper.”

He raises his brows, “So?”

“Her handle is Tea Drops On Roses….” I can’t help but smile, “we were DMing the other night.”

“Uhuh, and?”

“And what? She goes to Tri-C with us and that’s all I know.”

“Dude, that’s all you know? Com’on.” He waves his hand at me, “There’s gotta be more if you’re all….”

I hop on the sides of the treadmill and look at him fully, “All what?”

He makes an innocent face and drinks more water.

I stop my treadmill. “What? All what?”

“Well… infatuated.” When I give him a dirty look, he stops his treadmill too. “I snooped a little, I did. And that girl – at least based on her i********:,” he follows me to get the spray and paper towels to wipe down the machines, “that girl is, like, perfect for you.”

He pushed my arm on the way back. “Book nerd, collects plants, tea freak like you, quotes poetry instead of using descriptions, and frequents the art museum apparently. If she’s short, curvy, and brunette, she’d be your perfect woman.”