Then it happened. In Derick’s room, he said how tried he was and was going to take a nap. He said I could just hang out, just a short nap. “You ca... lay down and take a nap too, if you want” I can still remember his words, I can still hear his voice. I nervously layed down on his bed next to him, my heart pounding. We layed there in silence, I don’t know how long, but it seemed like hours, my eyes wide open, both on our sides, back to back. Derick rolled over and at least pretending to be. In that moment, she thought about all his business trips, meetings, late nights, unanswered phone calls and suddenly, his efforts at spending more time together seemed like overcompensating for his own infidelity and his accusation sounded more like him projecting his actions on her.She glared at him; lying in the bed they shared, accusing her of screwing around on him, and lowered her voice to a deadly calm. “You might want to say that to me when you're not fucking your assistant. “Crossing. I did not let them go.“I am known by many names. We are legion. You may call me Bazthesbour... Esquire!”The rest of the class either giggled or made rude comments under their breath. Alex continued to stare into my eyes. She seemed to tremble slightly.“Should we call you Alex or Miss La Rue? Perhaps you would prefer something else?”She blinked a few times and came out of her trance. She then moved in front of the old, worn, desk and sat down.Alex began to go through the standard first day of. He nodded. ‘Yes, is that a problem?’ he said somewhat defensively. ‘Of course not,’ I responded, mildly insulted. ‘Why should it be?’ He then told me his experiences with mild forms of anti-Semitism at his former prep school where only a few Jews attended. Certain classmates would sometimes toss out cutting remarks, ‘Jew jokes’ they called them. Then there was the time a girl’s parents forbid their daughter to date him because of his faith. I didn’t tell him that I thought my own parents.