This choice: Lynsey, Queen of the Nile • Go Back...Chapter #3Lynsey, Queen of the Nile by: Vintovka   As soon as the professor dismisses class from his lecture you stand and sling your messenger bag over your shoulder, then start heading for the door. You do your best to get in the middle of the group of eight exiting the room in hopes of getting out of the building unnoticed so that you can hurry back to your room and study. Even in such a small crowd it's easy for you to hide among the people much taller than you, and you keep your head down to hopefully keep an even lower profile.
While you walk though you naturally become distracted counting the tiles as you pass over them and the group gets strung out. Before you realize it you're alone in the hallway, heading for the exit most convenient to get you back home on autopilot. When you turn a corner there's suddenly a pair of cross-trainers in your path, topped by a pair of shapely legs in yoga pants. Before you can stop you bump into the owner, knocking yourself back slightly while not budging her.
"Hellooo down there!" she excitedly calls out. "Long time no see, shorty!" She giggles as you crane your neck back to look up at her as she joyfully smiles down at you.
"Really?" you ask. "You pulled this same stunt on my way in. My ancient history lecture isn't even an hour long, and I wouldn't call fifty minutes a long time." You try to sidestep past her but she anticipates your move, pivoting to block your path. When you bump into her again you take a step back, only to realize that you're trapped between her and a corner.
"That's not what I mean, doll," she responds, reminding you of when she would call you doll-sized back in high school. "We used to hang out all the time before you went off to college, and now we hardly ever see each other! I miss spending time with my itty-bitty boy." She puckers her lips in a kissy face down at you, then smiles again.
"Lynsey I'm sorry but I really don't have time," you say. "I've got two papers I need to finish by next Saturday, three exams next week alone, and..." you trail off as a realization hits you. When she did that ridiculous kiss face she angled her lips down at you, but when you ran into her not even an hour ago you were eye-to-mouth with her, just like you had been since senior year. Now you're eye-to-Adam's apple. "Are you having a growth spurt? Like, a really sudden and severe one?"
"No..." she begins, her tone unsure. "People pretty much stop growing before 20, even people like me who are gigantic compared to you. Look, it's Friday night, we're both done with classes for the day and we both know you won't actually do any work on that stuff until late Sunday. One night hanging out with an old friend won't kill you."
You sigh. She's right on pretty much all counts, you admit, except for the growing thing: in the time she was talking she had definitely grown two more inches. "Fine, I concede, mighty giantess." She positively beams when you bring up the old nickname you had for her, though it was looking more and more accurate now. "How do you want to start?"
Lynsey's eyes light up and she grabs your wrist. "Come on out to my car, little dude!" she exclaims, having decided you were coming with her long before you agreed.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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