Airhead (Jinx x Fem!Reader)

1. Swamp Ass

I groaned as I entered my 3rd period classroom, my feet dragging as if I had a 50 pound ball and chain attached to both of my ankles. Technically, I could classify the room as a jail cell. It had zero windows, poor air circulation, bland beige walls and was located at the far end of the college campus, isolated from the rest of the classes. It sucked. This was everyone's least favorite class. Plus, it was next to our indoor pool, making the classroom an uncomfortable cesspool of warm bodies with questionable odors with a hint of chlorine. In other words, it reeked like shit and everyone had swamp ass.

Like most days, I was not feeling it. Especially today. I might as well have been casted in the walking dead with how lifeless I felt. And looked. I had dark circles under my eyes. My hair was a mess. The humidity of the class room was frizzing my hair no matter how much product I would apply. My fit today was super bummy. I got up late leaving me no choice but to sport my gray sweatpants with a bleach stain on my ass cheek that kind of looked like Abe Lincoln and my oversized black tee shirt with a slight rip on the seam of my breast pocket. It wasn't like me to dress like a hobo, but thanks to professor Heimerdinger and his bullshit assignment, I didn't have time to dress to impress. The worst part of it all? I forgot to shower.

I was up until three last night trying to tackle it, last second I might add. He was infamous for this. He loved to bombard us with challenging topics, especially at the last second. I didn't understand a single question on any of the four pages he gave us. Four pages. For a single assignment. It was overkill. It was selfish for him to do this to us on a weekday, overly aware that we had other classes to tend to as well. He didn't care. We've tried multiple times to tell him that it was too much for us as we were suffering mentally along with our grades, but he didn't care. He made it known too. He would just laugh it off, his nasally voice piercing our ears with his go to response for everything, 'You must always be prepared for the unprepared!'. Eventually, we stopped trying to reason with him. It was hopeless.

He sent the mass email around six last night, the foreboding assignment attached. I wanted to rip my hair out as I read his stupid catchphrase in the body of his email. Not only was I caught up in my other subjects, but it was already late and I certainly didn't plan to work Natural Science into my schedule. Upon first glance of the assignment, I thought I was reading Latin. You really needed a dictionary to decipher his vocabulary, on paper and in class. Humperdick was old school. He was ninety something after all. He was too stuck in the past to get with the times. At least he was able to send us emails and not homing pigeons. Don't get me wrong, I absolutely loved science. The only issue here was him. His teaching methods clashed with my learning methods ten fold. I was teetering between a C minus and a solid D. Also very unlike me. I was a straight A student. When it came to facts, I knew I wasn't the problem. A handful of people in my class were also struggling. It was him. He made me want to gouge my eyes and ear drums out so I didn't have to see or hear him ever again.

I settled into my seat, pulling my messy hair into a half assed bun before opening my laptop, searching for my poor excuse for a completed assignment. My eyes scanned my answers, puffing my cheeks up slightly. A lot of my answers were pulled out of my ass. I gave up near the end of it and put down random key words just to get it done. I already knew that there was going to be a big fat F, a condescending email was coming my way for sure. I sighed and closed my laptop halfway so I didn't have to look my failure in the face.

"You're looking lively." Caitlyn said sarcastically before sitting down next to me.

I peeked an eye open to give her a scowl before closing them again.

"You're too kind. I bombed this assignment. Again." I huffed, jabbing my laptop touchpad a few times with my finger.

Caitlyn pulled my computer towards her, gently pushing the screen up to get a full view and quietly read my answers out loud. As she did, I watched her expressions go from neutral to confused. Exactly how I looked last night when doing the damn thing.

"Oh you..." She gave an empathetic smile before closing my computer halfway, sliding it back to me. "You certainly...um...tried!"

She was such a great best friend. Really knew how to comfort me with her hesitation and forced encouraging words. It really warmed my heart. Not.

"Ugh. I should just drop out. I'm going to fail anyway." I groaned, sitting up straight in my chair, staring off into the distance. Caitlyn flicked my shoulder and shot me a concerned look.

"You can't. Your scholarship would go down the drain." She said sternly, placing her hand on mine. "I think it's time we talked about tutoring." I quickly retracted my hand and felt my face morph into a look of disgust.

"Yeah, no thank you. I'm perfectly capable. I'll just study harder. I don't need a tutor." I scoffed, crossing my arms. If there was anything more I hated than Humpdunk, it was receiving help. It made me feel like I was incapable or incompetent. Mostly sick to my stomach. If I couldn't do it myself, my clinically diagnosed OCD of perfectionism was going to give me a week long stomach ache with a side of intense nausea. Even with Zofran, it wasn't enough to counter my psychological tummy ache. I get the gist of why she suggested one, but my pride was definitely the one pushing back on her proposal. Caitlyn looked annoyed at my response. She scoffed, shoving my laptop in my face.

"These answers clearly show you're capable, right?" She pulled the laptop back and softly slammed it on the desk. "You need to take this seriously. Remember the whole reason behind why you're here, Y/N."

Her British accent always got thicker the more she was annoyed. It was cute. I didn't want to admit it, but she was right. If I was going to become a nurse, I had to pass this class, all of them, with flying colors. Nursing was very competitive. If I was going to be considered, I had to be a top student. I was acing every other class I had, this was the only problem child I had. I exhaled with defeat and shrugged.

"Okay. Fine. Tutor it is. When can we start?" I whined, sinking into my chair. Big mistake. My ass was so sweaty, it squeaked against the plastic chair, sounding like a small fart. I quickly sat up, my cheeks glowing bright red.

Caitlyn blinked at me a couple times before chuckling, ignoring my unholy sound.

"Me? No, not me. I mean, I would, I-I just don't have the time." She stumbled over her words.

She was being truthful, sort of. I knew that she was taking a handful of difficult courses herself, but a big chunk of her time was definitely dedicated to her girlfriend Vi. Vi, a pink haired muscley butch girl, recently graduated from the police academy, meaning her and Caitlyn's schedules were vastly different. Vi worked the night shift while Caitlyn went to school during the day. They would always try to fit each other in when they could. I couldn't be upset at her for putting her first. I would too if I had a girlfriend. I've been single for so long I'm pretty sure bats would fly out of my crotch if I engaged in any sort of intimacy.

"Then who? Where am I going to find a tutor? I don't know anyone else in class but you." I grumbled. My social skills weren't great for me to ask around either. I felt like a sitting duck.

Caitlyn stayed quiet for a moment before her eyes lit up with excitement. "I think I know who!"