Rebellious Roommates

Studying

I sit in front of my desk, shuffling through my index cards. Eddie sat on his bed, shuffling through his index cards and whispering to himself.

" Buckley, do you get any of this?" He asked me.

" Nope, I'm just as confused as you, Munson." I said sarcastically.

" Are you seriously being sarcastic with me right now, Buckley? I'm not Steve."

" I wasn't comparing you to him. Only making a fun joke." I said.

" Can't you just already help me out with this? I don't wanna play around right now."

" Whoa, Eddie Munson being serious? That's a change." I said.

" I'm trying to be serious, Buckley. I need to pass this class. Plus you threatened to burn my D and D things. That's why I'm taking this seriously."  Eddie said.

" Well, it wasn't a threat. It was the only thing to keep you motivated." I defended.

Eddie rolled his eyes, knowing that I was right.

" Hey, if it helps, number 8 is A, not B." I said.

" What?!"

" The study guide said it was A. Robles gave us all the answers there."

" There was a study guide?!" Eddie asked.

" You didn't grab one on your way out?"

" I...may or may not have been there on my way out." He said, air-quoting the last four words.

" What do you mean by that, Munson?'' I asked, confused.

" Well, I kinda had to do something around that time. If I didn't do it, I would be screwed. So, I ditched the last six minutes of class."

" What did you go do that was more important than class?" I asked.

''Alright, Buckley, I'll admit. I had a last-minute...deal to do." Eddie said.

"Deal, like a drug deal?"

"What other fuckin deal would it be?" Eddie asked.

"God, you're such a dumbass." I said after rolling my eyes. 

"OK, anyways, what are the answers?"

I rolled my eyes and slipped him the study guide.

"You sure you don't want this?" He asked while writing down the answers. 

"Not really. I have most of it memorized." 

"You fuckin nerd." Eddie said while rolling his eyes.