I sit down ten minutes before class is set to begin. I have my bagel and cream cheese in a paper bag and my hot chocolate in hand. I set them down on the empty desk next to mine. I take the bagel out of the bag and spread the cream cheese on it. It’s still early, a couple of students begin to filter in. I stick the bagel in my mouth, between my teeth as I begin to dig around in my bag for my notebook. Out comes a pen, the notebook, and text-book. They’re all set down and on top of that goes my phone. I check my emails and chew on my bagel. A few more students filter in. The kid who sits in the row in front of me is in the next herd of kids. Still half asleep he sits down.
I sniffle once and the smell hits me. The cologne he is wearing permeates the surrounding area, my area. I close my eyes, holding my breath for a moment. I exhale and then inhale.
Yeah, that really stinks. Why is he wearing an entire bottle of cologne? Did he bathe in it?
Then the nagging pain hits, not extreme but enough to distract me from class.
He opens up his laptop and music blares from it, worsening my migraine. Is it his migraine? He started it. The only thing he hasn’t done is shine a flashlight in my eyes. He’s literally a migraine trigger on two legs in a hoodie with a skateboard.
“Sorry,” he apologizes to everyone in the room, not many people but still.
I cough on his cologne and move away to the other end of the row. I can still smell him. The hot chocolate makes it a bit better but not by much.