I sat outside the lecture hall with the rest of my classmates and watched the clock tick away the seconds. Two more minutes and class would be cancelled for a no-show professor.
But damnit, I needed him to show up today. I had to argue my point and try to fix my grade.
I checked my phone again. One more minute. A few students wandered away, already giving up. No chance he was about to sprint down the hallway. He wasn’t a runner. You could tell that by one look at the guy. His pudgy stomach hung over his belt and his face turned red when he really got into the swing of his lectures.
And time’s up.
I stood with the others and brushed off the seat of my pants. Maybe I’d just send him an e-mail or go to his office later. Le sigh.
Before I walked away, a teacher’s assistant pushed through the crowd and taped a paper to the door. Then, without a word to any of us, strode away.
A few of us gathered around the door to read. My gut clenched, and I had to fight the urge to sob.
It was an obituary from the newspaper the day before. Professor Ludwig was dead. From natural causes.
I bet I knew what natural causes they were, too.
I pushed through the crowd of whispering students and bee-lined for the parking lot. I was done with class for the day, now and I would corner Scott before I had to go to work. I would wring his neck.
Could you murder Death?
Twenty minutes later, I paced the living room. I’d sent Scott a text to meet me there, and he’d agreed. Whatever he’d been up to apparently wasn’t important.
But then he burst through the door with Olivia under his arm and a huge grin on his face. But one look at me and he stopped in his tracks.
“Hey, babe, why don’t you go wait in my room.” He nudged Olivia away, and she giggled and walked past me.
I quietly seethed until the door snapped shut behind her. Then I flew at him, waving my finger in his face.
“Did you kill my professor!?” I whisper screamed so Olivia wouldn’t hear me.
He put his hands up in defense, as though he was actually scared of me. Hilarious.
“What? No. Of course not. You said not to.”
“But he’s dead! They posted the obituary on the classroom door!”
His eyes roved the ceiling. “What’s his name?”
I groaned. “Ludwig. Johnathon Ludwig.”
Scott grinned sheepishly at me. “Well… I didn’t do it on purpose…”
“What?” I wanted to shake him by the shoulders, but I didn’t think that would be a good idea.
“He had a heart attack… It wasn’t my call. Just a coincidence.”
I narrowed my eyes at him.
I took a deep breath and collapsed onto the couch. “Fine. Whatever.”
He awkwardly patted the top of my head. “I’m sorry about that.”
Olivia poked her head out of the bedroom. “You coming?”
He grinned wickedly at her. “You know it.” He wiggled his fingers at me and skipped, actually skipped, across the living room and disappeared through the door.
I put the couch pillow over my face and screamed.