Chapter 4Craig closed his laptop and jammed it into his backpack along with his books, catching his fingers on the zipper in his haste. Class had run late, the professor too excited about today’s subject and the upcoming exam to care he had gone over by twenty minutes. Way to make it everyone else’s problem. Now Craig needed to hustle or be late for his afternoon shift.
Again.
Last week this same professor had kept him late to discuss an assignment. Craig pushed his way into the snake of students filing down the stairs toward the exit. He bit his lip, fingers plucking an impatient chord on his shoulder strap when the line halted.
Craig sent a quick text to Amy to let her know he was on the way. Maybe she could cover his tables until he got there, and Tony wouldn’t get in his face. The s
