4.

It took me some hours before I gave up, sighing heavily as I looked up to see Ed looking at me. I blushed, looking back down to my pages of notes I've taken in the course of the time I sat here in the back with him.

"You give up?" Ed asks, smiling as his hand slides over to my textbook, closing it to spy the front cover. "Physics, I see. Tough one, really is."

"Oh you can say that again. I just never could understand any type of science. I barely passed high school due to these classes." I shook my head at myself, sliding the textbook in my backpack.

As I did so, I knocked over his cup of coffee, gasping. "Shit!" I exclaimed as the coffee stained my shirt. I hissed as the burning sensation came as I slid out of the booth. Ed jumped up as well, treading over to the counter. He slipped behind it, returning a minute later with a towel.

I rushed to the bathroom, closing the door as I felt the hot liquid sting to my chest. I slipped it over my head, gasping as the material tried to cling to me.

As I dipped the shirt into the sink, I heard a small knock on the door. "Rhy?" Ed's voice sounded through the door as he continued the taps.

"I'm screwed." I admitted to myself, looking in the mirror. I was wearing my nude colored bra today, thank God. But how am I going to get home like this? My shirt is soaked now, and I have more of the coffee on my pants.

"Are you okay in there?" He calls again. I sigh, wondering how to respond.

"My shirt is kind of ruined and damp, as well as my pants...," I call back, already emberassed.

"Here, I'll give you my hoodie," He suggests, making me second guess. It was such a nice offer, considering what has currently happened.

"Alright," I sigh, speaking loud enough for him to hear through the wooden door.

I heard a shuffling before there was another knock, alerting me that he was opening the door. I moved, behind the door and out of the mirror view, covering my chest.

The next second a burgundy hoodie was shoved through a wide enough crack of the door. I grabbed at it, thanking him from behind the door as he shut it quickly after him.

Glad thing it's almost twelve a.m. and no one will be on the streets when I walk home; can't have anyone thinking I've peed my pants.

I slid my arms through the holes, tugging it over my head. The fabric was extra soft; no wonder he has always been wearing it every time I've seen him.

I ruffled my short brown hair, finally glad-for once-it was the length it was cut. I had a breakdown a couple months before, and I just cut my hair off so I wouldn't have to deal with much. Crazy and insane, I know, but I've grown to be find of it.

"Thank you," I sighed out to Ed as I stood by the booth he waited at. "Don't look at my pants though," I shy away, moving the big hoodie in front of my crotch.

Ed laughs, "do you need them washed because my apartment is not even a minute away and my washing machine and dryer work quickly."

I thought for a second, "I don't want to be a bother.... Plus, what if someone comes in wanting coffee?" I hid my smile knowing no one in their right mind-well besides us-would come in this early in the morning.

"Nah, I'll just lock up early and not say a word," he gets up, taking my backpack for me, sliding it on his shoulder. I take my wetted shirt, bawling it up as I wait for him to cash out the register and turn out all the lights behind us.

x x x

shES GOING TO HIS APARTMENT AND WEARING THE HOODIE

I REPEAT: SHES WEARING THE HOODIE IM PEEING