As much as I disliked her I appreciated the grade that I would get from this project. By no means am I failing, but who says no to an O? I was on my way there right now, still on time by my measures.
When I arrive I see she is already there. Probably punctually to the second. God. As I close the door she speaks up.
- So you showed up?
It was like ten minutes, Jesus. I should have just not come at all. No, I couldn't do that. Not only would it be unfair but I would also prove every negative assumption about me right, and I wasn't going to let her think that she was right about me. We didn't really talk about the project in class, so I go ahead and ask now.
- So what genre are we doing?
- Im doing behavioural altering potions.
Right. I know what that means. I try to come up with a definitive statement in my head, a single sentence to describe it, but I can't really put my finger on the meaning. I think she notices, so she says:
- You know, potions that change how we act, or have some kind if control over us? Love potions, truth serums, stuff like that.
- Right...
Exactly. I knew what she meant I just couldn't put it into words. I hope she doesn't think Im stupid or something now. She probably already thinks that, but still. I didn't want her to think that.
I look out the window, it's nice today. It was early October and the leaves had turned orange a while ago, starting to fall of colouring the ground orange and red. It was colder, but not cold. At least not cold cold. It was beautiful, at least I thought so. She was writing something, probably something to do with the assignment. Obviously. At first I just kind off stand there awkwardly, not knowing what to do.
- You can look through the course-book. See if you find anything that catches your eye.
Something for me to do. Good. I look at the table and see her book, which I take, sighing as I sit down.
- So I am helpful?
I smirk when I see her furrow her eyebrows. She didn't like that.
- Why don't you feed your own ego, Lorenzo. Im busy, helping YOU, against my will.
But it would be so much more fun if YOU fed it, Stella. Sooner or later you will.
Sitting by two chainsmokers before getting here isn't something that positively affects your lungs. I cough. And then again. When I cough the second time she looks up at me.
- Sick?
There we are. I tilt my head, a grin spreading on my face.
- Worried about me again, doll?
She closes her eyes hard, like she's angry being caught doing something she wasnt supposed to. Then she flashes me a smile as she points the to her throat.
- Let's hope it nothing trivial.
My grin fades away. That triumph ended quickly. A few more minutes goes by, and yet again she has something to say.
- Your existence is giving me a headache, go stand over there.
For fucks sake. I bite my tong, letting it run along my cheek and teeth as I cock my head up.
- Nothing ever pleases you does it?
- Nothing you could do, no.
I let out a small laugh. You have no idea what I could do to you, sweetheart.
I turn the pages one by one, occasionally stopping to dog-ear a page with a potion that falls under our genre.
- That's enough.
FOR FUCKS SAKE. I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING. NOTHING. WHAT. WHAT.
- OH WHAT NOW?
She looks surprised, taking a step back as if in apology.
- You dog-eared enough pages, Lorenzo. You don't have to do more. You're good, Jesus.
Oh. Shit. Sorry. Of course I don't say sorry, that wouldn't be me. But I think it.
- Right.
I see she finished writing.
- Can I look it over?
I pick it up before ash can answer, her raised eyebrows either in surprise, questioning or doubt. Doesn't matter. She sits back down and starts looking over the potions I dog-eared.
She wrote a hypothesis. Its good. Well-written, but personal somehow. A touch of it at least. It's nice reading actually. It's nice to read something from her that isn't hostile. Feels bitter-sweet even. Anyhow, that's not the point. She writes sophisticatedly, but with genuine interest. It's a little long, but well-fletched and with developed theories. When I put it down, finished she asks:
- Good enough for you, Berkshire?
It's more than good enough. Its great.
- Yes.
-We can't do anything else today, so we're finished.
She leaves, almost in a hurry. Not staying to have some fun, I guess. How sad. I'll see you Wednesday, princess.
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Snakes that bite
Fanfic"Snakes are special. Most of them are harmless of course, but there are some that are so venomous that they will kill you before you even know you were bit. That's the kind of snake Lorenzo is." #1 berkshire This is a Enemies to lovers fan fiction a...
