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Take it Easy - Chapter 7: Gatsby-esque

"The syllable pattern for haiku is five-seven-five, so-- Aaron, are you paying attention?" Mr. Harrison halted and gave me a stern look. He was a stodgy old guy, but he was usually nice enough. "Yeah, yeah, five-seven-five, I got it." I assured him. "Hmm..." He continued lecturing about the origin and rules of haiku. "As you can see, there's no rhyme scheme. Instead..." His voice faded into the background as I turned my attention away from him again. It was the first week of December, several weeks since Emily and I had officially gotten together, but she had been so busy working on term papers that we couldn't hang out for the last week, so we were trying to make up for it by texting or talking at every opportunity, including during school. Me: How's that paper coming? Emily: Ugh... I'm thinking I'll finish faster if I do some cocaine Me: Definitely faster lol. Don't know about the quality, though Emily: Lol maybe. Hey, are you free next Saturday? Me: Just gotta clear some stuff up with my coke dealer, but after that, yeah. Emily: You are so nuts... Anyway, the parents' day luncheon at my sorority is next Saturday, so you can meet my parents if you want. I think it's only fair, since I know your mom already. I paused for a minute. Me: Sounds good. Should I wear my tux? Emily: Duh, no. Just wear something a little nicer than what you usually do. She was referring to my habit of wearing either plain white or black T-shirts with jeans. Sometimes I would throw in a hoodie or a ...

... rock band shirt, but my wardrobe didn't really have much variety other than that unless the weather demanded it. Me: Roger that, Private Osbourne. Emily: Please. I'm at least a captain. Me: Yessir, Captain Osbourne, sir. Emily: I gotta go. See u sometime this weekend? Me: Absolutely, snookums. ;) Emily: Blech. I grinned. "Something funny, Aaron?" Mr. Harrison had noticed that I wasn't paying attention again. "Just loving class, sir." I smiled innocently, surreptitiously sliding my phone back into my pocket. The class erupted into laughter. Most of them had seen that I was texting, but I'm well-known for talking my way out of trouble, and this situation was no exception. "Well, see that you don't enjoy it too much." He raised his eyebrows knowingly before he returned to his lesson. I stretched out in my chair and prepared to go through the motions for the rest of the day. Before I knew it, Parents' Day had arrived and my mom had dressed me in a sweater and pair of corduroys that I didn't even know I owned. "You have to look nice for her parents," she explained, "we can't have them knowing what a ruffian you are." "Gee, thanks, mom." I groaned, more nervous than I expected to be. "You look nice." Nicole smiled. "Thanks, Nicky." I hugged her. She had become a little more reserved and quiet recently, so I was glad to see her smiling and happy. I still hadn't figured out who the mystery man was, but it wasn't for lack of trying: I had asked every friend of hers that I knew about ...