“You know, that’s it, we’re not making any progress here, just go home guys.”
Chairs met tables, scraped walls, exhausted and exasperated students slipped outside, past the poorly lit faculty façade, Jerome scoffing to himself.
Laughter seemed to boil out of the creamy sun-bleached wall light spewing silhouettes onto red bricks, Jerome spun around and a pair of arms locked him from behind.
The tutor might or might not’ve seen two figures he recognised from moments before exacting revenge on the ever-knowledgeable Jerome.
OH YEAH BABY
like a fool,
I went and stayed too long
now Im wondering if your loves still strong
here I am,
signed, sealed, delivered
why I don’t
emotionally rely on