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This wasn’t his first rodeo. Misto had been taking classes in so many disciplines over the last few semesters that there wasn’t a single building on campus he hadn’t had a class in. The building his psych 101 class was scheduled in was also the building where he’d had his lit classes and the one remediary summer math class. It was on a new level though. That was interesting. He was early, there were only two other students. That was pretty normal. He slid into the center seat in the front row, shoving his dance bag under his chair and setting his backpack on the desk to his right. His phone pinged.
Victoria’s boyf
wat room r we in?
103
yea but where…
I can’t find it
lowest level to the right
across from the bathroom
oof
Misto looked up at the door. It was maybe a minute before Plato walked through, throwing up a resigned peace sign. Misto shook his head.
“You just gonna take up two seats in the front like that?”
“No one’s here yet, I’ll move it eventually”
“Okay”
He sat in the row behind Misto, cattycorner.
“Do you want to sit here?” he gestured to the seat his bag still occupied. “I can move my shit”
“Bitch naw, I don’t sit in the front row.”
“Okay.” Misto took out his phone. There was still a good chunk of time before class would start. He was interrupted.
“Have you had this teacher before?”
“No.”
“Oof.”
There was no response to follow that, so Plato took out his phone and texted Victoria.
Viccy <3
Does ur bro hate me
No why?
we hav class togethr n he
wont talk to me
He’s just a dick.
oof
Don’t worry about it,
he’ll start talking to you after
He decides everyone else in
the class is an idiot.
ok
(heart emoji)
Plato put his phone down. More students had started filing in, filling up seats. Misto was getting a glare every few seconds because of his backpack. Plato giggled to himself as Misto grabbed his bag and stowed it on his own desk, shrinking into himself a little. Maybe he wasn’t the worst. Plato had been dating Victoria for almost a year now, and Misto hadn’t seemed very interested in building a friendship. They would hang out in a group, but that was pretty much the extent of their interaction until now.
Misto’s phone pinged again. He turned it to silent and read the text.
Victoria
Don’t be a dick to my boyfriend.
what did i do???
I’ll fuck you up.
WHAT DID I DO
Just be friendly.
sure
He put his phone away just as the teacher walked through the door. He wasn’t sure what to think. He’d heard that this was the actual worst professor to take this class with only after it was too late. At least there was a friend in the class.
“Hello class! My name is Skimbleshanks, you can call me Skimbleshanks, or professor, but I don’t prefer it. I’m not a big fan of roll, so I'm gonna pass around a paper, put your name on it and pass it back.” He fumbled around in his bag for a minute before turning to Misto, one of only two students in the front row. “Would you start a piece of paper? Just send it around the room, notebook paper’ll be fine.”
Misto scribbled his name at the top of the sheet, tore it out, and passed it to the other student in the front row.
Skimble began again, introducing the syllabus. Which was online. And uploaded a few minutes before class, apparently. Misto pulled it up on his phone. This was gonna be fun. He shot a quick glance at Plato, who already looked lost.
They were halfway through the syllabus when the door swung open. Some idiot was 20 minutes late to the first class.
Tugger was trying his best to be quiet, kind of. Yeah, he was late, but when was he not? He scanned the room really quick to find an empty seat. None in the back. He caught Plato’s eye. Thank god, he knew someone, and there was a seat right in front of him. Not ideal, but he could make it work. He threw himself down in the seat in front of Plato’s.
Misto was regretting moving his backpack.
Plato smiled at Tugger, nodding as he found his seat.
Skimbleshanks cleared his throat. “You missed roll, make sure you check in with me after.”
“For sure.” He snap-finger-gunned the professor.
By the time Skimbleshanks had talked through the syllabus there were only 15 minutes left of the class time. “Alrighty, Last note before we’re done today. I want everyone to find a little group, exchange numbers, get pally. We’re going to be working in groups a bit, so I want us all in groups today. Find your friends, make new ones, whatever you like, we're social animals, we're gonna learn that way.”
Plato looked at Misto. Tugger also looked at Misto.
Misto looked scared. “So do you know each other?”
“Yeah!”
“Of course. Sorry, This is Tugger, My ex.”
“Oh! Victoria said you were still good friends, that’s cool.” he turned to Tugger “Nice to meet you, I’m Misto.” He reached out his hand, and Tugger slap-shook it in that very ‘bro’ way.
“Cool, nice to meet you, Misto.”
By the time they exchanged numbers and such, most of the other students had vacated the classroom. The three stood up to leave, and were almost out the door when Misto caught a glimpse of Skimbleshanks chatting with a student.
“Don't you have to check in with the professor?”
Tugger sighed. “Yeah, fuck.” He headed back inside.
“Oof.” Plato stopped a bit down the hall. “I’m gonna wait for Tugger, see you next class I guess.”
Misto had so many questions, now that they were out of class. “I’ll wait. I’ve got nothing better to do.” He stopped for a second. “So… Your ex?” He wasn’t sure if this was a polite question, but they seemed to be on pretty good terms.
“Oh! Yeah.” Plato was happy to explain. “We were good friends in highschool and had a thing, but we both got over it pretty quick, and it wasn’t worth ruining a perfectly good friendship for. It’s just funny to introduce ourselves as exes.” Tugger was too much for him as a significant other. Their friendship was a much better fit. “I’m pretty settled as a person, I don't think he knows what he wants.”
“That tracks.” Misto wasn’t surprised. Tugger seemed a bit unfocused.
Tugger made it out of the classroom and joined them. “Skimble’s got it out for me already. This is gonna be one hell of a class. What’s up?”
“I was just explaining our past to Misto.”
“You make it sound so deep, man. I was just more than you could handle.”
“Still are, buddy.”
“Ouch.” Tugger smiled warmly. “I got class on the other side of campus, gotta blast. Say hi to your girlfriend for me Plato.” He winked, and turned to Misto, “See you Thursday.” He ran off.
“Yeah, I see what you mean. Does he know Victoria?” Misto Asked.
“Not really, He’s just a tease.”
“Good.”
“He’s not bad, he’s just a flirt.”
“Sure.” Misto narrowed his eyes, incredulous.
“You’ll like him once you get to know him. I swear.” Plato was sure of it. “I also have class in a bit, but I'm starving, so I've gotta get food. Wanna join me?” Maybe this would be a good opportunity. Maybe he could make friends.
“No, Thanks though, I've got homework.”
It was worth a try. Plato waved. “See you Thursday.”
“Bye.” Misto waved. He walked toward the performing arts building. Maybe Vic was out early. He pulled out his phone.
Pouncival
Dude
what’s up
First class was wild.
Plato’s in it
and his ex apparently
WILD………….
Wbu?
i’m good
first week is always easy
wanna come over
ye
………….
he was pretty
whomstdve?
plato’s ex.
(eyes emoji)
(gun emoji)
you brought it up
so
so you don't care?
or you do?
im confused
I don’t wanna care
(eyes emoji)
He’s stupid
(weary emoji)
And you ARENT moronsexual
I changed my mind
I’m not coming over anymore
Bwahahahahaha
I changed my mind again
I’m going to come over
and kick ur ass