"Didn't we just do that prompt the other day!?" Beck is already half standing to rip his shirt off again, but definitely wants to clarify. Leave it to him to perform the same act twice, the fucking fool.
Sikowitz, for his part, looks genuinely confused for a moment as he sips on that damn brain rotting coconut juice which I suspect has something much stronger in it. "OH SO THAT WASN'T A FEVER DREAM!?" And he empties his coconut, throwing it carelessly behind him. "Then I guess we're going to be moving on to discussing your semester final due at the end of the month. That's LOADS of fun!" And for his part, Sikowitz seems genuinely excited.
But the chorus of groans around the room seems to disagree with him, and Beck himself slams down into his chair with a guilty look on his face.
Nice going, Beckett.
"For your semester exam grade you will be doing a partner project, everyone's favorite..." he says the last part suggestively with wiggled eyebrows, since he knows that's not true at all. Fuck if we don't all hate parter work. "You will be responsible for writing a screenplay and then doing a reading in front of the class, easy peasy."
At least that's not too bad. No plays, no theatrics. I can do screenplays all day. Whoever gets partnered with me should be in for an easy grade, lucky them.
"I've pre-chosen partners and the genres for your plays, since some of you have gotten too far into your comfort zones. I'll send out the email at the end of class with assignments, so that you can't bark at me about them. Until then, enjoy your free period of trepidation." And the bastard happily sits down at his desk, enjoying the nervousness in the room.
Annoyed, I start working on my math homework that's due next period, since I obviously didn't do it at home. It's a Herculean task to keep my thoughts off the Latina just a few feet away, who's nervously shaking her leg waiting on the final project email. She's so jittery and if I wasn't mad at her it would be so fucking cute.
But I can't let Tori off that easily for stepping on my feelings. If nothing else, even if she isn't crazy for me like I apparently am for her, she can at least be honest with me about it. No more of this list flirting and pretending it wasn't mutual.
I deserve better than that, no matter how badly I want to give in.
And that's the thought that helps me get back to my homework, successfully shutting Tori out even as the bell rings and I make my way to math class without looking back at her.
That's the same thought that makes me curse and nearly throw my phone at the wall as I read Sikowitz's list of project partners and genres.
I knew he was a fucking pervert.
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Tori:
"ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME ANDRE!" And the boy in question desperately tries to pull his arm from my tight grip as I scream at him.
"Man I always told you Sikowitz was weird and you always said 'he's just eccentric' like he ain't sipping 3 coconuts worth of mystery drank every day. You shouldn't be surprised." He winces as I let go of his arm, rubbing it like a baby. It's barely even bruised, I don't know why he has to be so dramatic about it!
The email started off well enough— I don't mind helping right a romantic screenplay. They're cute, and it's not like I'd have to act it out and do anything with anyone I didn't want to. My hope was to get a partner who would at least contribute, that's it! Someone who is decent at writing and reading it back— not a difficult request in an arts school.
Easy A, wham bam thank you ma'am.
But of course, the universe hates me.
Of course, I'm paired with someone who is excellent at both screen writing and acting. She's arguably one of the best in school.
Of course Sikowitz would cripple her by giving her a genre he knows she hates, with a person he also thinks that she hates, and who hates her right back.
OF COURSE this would occur on the very same day I hurt the aforementioned girl's feelings by accusing her of being a creep when we both know that's not the truth.
It's only my dumb fucking luck isn't it!?
"Show some sympathy for the future dead girl. Jade is going to kill me." Maybe it's dramatic but for all he knows it's par for the course. I obviously can't tell him she's mad at me for what happened in the hallway.
"I thought you two were leveling out? I haven't heard y'all screaming at each other in at least a few months." Andre's face is confused but I all of a sudden feel like maybe he's prying a bit.
Or it's just my guilty conscience for lying to my best friend.
"Oh we're doing just fine! Peachy, actually. I'm sure this project will go over great, since Jade is so adept at writing romance." My sarcasm is dripping, and it's the only way I think I can lie to him successfully.
It wasn't technically a lie maybe?
Okay it absolutely is. But the look on his face changes a bit to one I recognize, and I know he believes me— at least for now.
"Well that's true. Did you want a closed casket service, or something a little more tasteful?" Andre laughs at his own joke, until I smack him hard on the arm.
"OW! THAT'S THE SAME ARM!" And he pouts angrily as he turns away from me to work on his assignment.
I pretend to work on mine too, but my brain is moving way to fast to comprehend any of it.
How the hell am I going to avoid my feelings for Jade when we have a project together? And do my feelings even matter after I hurt her like that?
Crap.
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Maybe I Do, Maybe I Don't (Jori) (Lesbian Story)
Romance" Jade, do you really hate me?" Tori's tone was desperate, as if the key to her life depended on the dark girl's answer. Perhaps it did. Collected, as always, the pale-skinned teen sipped her coffee for a moment, peered around the empty Starbucks, t...
