There was no doubt about it. She was late [i]again[/i]. She sighed and rolled her eyes, at this point she had very few options. She could run to class, she could finish walking there and pretend she wasn't late and that everyone else was early, pretend she didn't know the scheduled class time was ten minutes ago, or she could steal the unlocked bike on the rack back there. She stopped. She [i]could[/i] steal the bike on the rack back there. Besides, it wasn't really [u]stealing[/u] - she would most definitely return it, eventually- after class. She squinted her eyes, and back-tracked. She had almost gotten to the bike when some guy with black spiked hair, eyeliner, black gloves and an all black attire grabbed the bike. He looked around and then reached in his back pack - apparently he had forgotten to lock it and finding his lock still in his pack was proof. He shook his head - probably telling himself he was stupid and then left with Felixia's only viable option at getting to class relatively on time. Now, she was certain she'd be ten minutes late. 

Felixia threw her hands into her jacket pockets and shook her head -then she remembered today was her exam. That was the whole reason she even bothered getting up at 8am after going to that bar with her friends last night. She made a fist and pulled her hand out of her pocket to hit herself on the forehead- softly. She felt stupid. Then, she began to jog/run to class. Which was very uncomfortable, her back-pack bounced around shamelessly as she ran, and her phone inched it's way out of her jacket pocket. She reached down to make sure it was still secure when she felt it fall. Crap. She stopped her run just in time to kick her phone. Instinctively she reached out for it knowing well that she was not going to catch it. 

Then, her phone stopped. It was in the midst of landing on the ground further ahead of her when it just stopped moving- in mid air just an inch from the ground. After a few seconds it fell flat onto the ground. Felixia looked at the phone before reluctantly bending down and picking it up. She inspected it, there were no scratches. What the? Ugh. Whatever. This time she kept her phone in her hand as she ran. It took her a few minutes to make to to class, but when she walked in and the door closed behind her she say a whole classroom full of people turn to look at the girl in grey skinny jeans, a dark blue baggy t-shirt barely visible under a black jacket. She pulled the jacket closed and zipped it up slightly. Being late was always so dang awkward.

Papers were still being passed out. Felixia maneuvered through the rows of people to an empty seat, clutching her purple book bag to her in an attempt to keep from hitting anyone with it. She set it beside her when she sat down and reached in to grab a pencil. It was a mindless action but she felt the pencil make contact with her skin sooner than expected. She ignored it, she had too much to drink last night- that was obvious. She set it down on the desk in front of her.

She ran her fingers through her brown hair, the natural highlights peeked through, she took a deep breath, maybe the professor hadn't noticed she was late. She pulled her phone out, for a second her hazel eyes reflected back to her in the screen until she pushed the power button and the screen lit up. She powered it off just in case and slipped it into her book bag. She hadn't studied but she felt confident.