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YOUdoodle in your notebook as you wait for the lecture to end. You tap your pen on the desk as you think of new doodles to draw in the margins of the book. As the monotone lecture continues, you stare up at the clock. 30 minutes had to have gone by right?
Only 5 minutes.
You sighed as you face-planted onto your notebook.
"L/N?" The professor yells across the room.
"Yeah?" You say as you raise your head up to the professor.
"Can you repeat anything I said?"
God, if he knew I wasn't paying attention, why publicly humiliate me like this.
"No, sorry professor." You mutter softer than a whisper.
"What I thought, Sara, explain it to her please." He says as your friend nods.
Sara was stunning, she had deep purple hair with a symmetrical face and an hourglass body. You would joke she was actually some goddess instead of a UA business course student.
"Tomorrow class 2A's students are coming over to business course."
"What? Why?" You mutter as you feel your face flush. Sara smirks.
"Aw! Look at you, hopeless romantic. Now which student is it?" She says as she puts her elbows on the desk, cupping her cheeks.
"What the hell, I am no hopeless romantic." You huff as you shove your notebook in your bag.
"Now answer the question, why are they coming over?"
"They're coming over for a project type of thing." She says as she turns to her own notebook, crossing things out with a red marker.
You practically hated class 2A, I mean why shouldn't you. They get publicity, they get applause and appraise, it doesn't matter what you did, but it's always class 2A.
"I suggest you get here early tomorrow to set up everything for the students, everyones dismissed." The professor says as he waves his hands, gesturing towards the door.
