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BONUS

A S P E N ♡ W I L S O N
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COLLEGE
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"Ms. Wilson, no, you cannot beat up your group members and you can't keep booking appointments with me just to ask me questions like that." My advisor groans as he waters his plant, acting all annoyed.

I know it's an act, being that I'm the only reason why the very same ugly plant he's watering that should've died weeks ago is thriving. I'm literally sunshine walking.

But of course, humans aren't grateful.

I sigh. "Mr. Kingsley, it's either they get a beating or they die, and I am trying to go with the nicer option here. Or do you want them to die?"

He stops watering his plant to raise his eyebrow. "I don't know anyone who would consider getting physically assaulted a nice gesture."

"Okay, so what else am I supposed to do? Just suffer alone? I refuse to do the work of four grown men."

I was in this horrible class where the final group project is worth 45% of our grade, and I swear the professor has it out for me because she paired me up with four men. Four men who happen to all be athletes, the one thing they had no issue boasting about during our first meeting. Ever since that initial meeting during class, whenever I would text to ask to meet up to work on the project together, there would always be something.

I'm too sick to come.

I have an appointment I can't miss, maybe next time?

I am at an away competition, but I'll definitely be at the next one!

I'm walking my fish at that time, sorry.

My advisor shakes his head. "You shouldn't. Email the professor and explain to her how uncooperative they've been, and if she asks for proof, show the editing log of your presentation slides along with the texts you've sent them over the past six weeks."

I grin. "I already snitched two days ago. She guaranteed I wouldn't get docked any points, but they're pretty much screwed. Heheh."

Mr. Kingsley blinks. "Wait, so then what have we been talking about for the last thirty minutes?"

"How a proper beating will make it even. Physical abuse for the mental abuse. Aren't I just brilliant?"

He smiles at me, all sweet and docile."Ms. Wilson. See yourself out, you've just upset my darling plant."

I snort, standing up and picking up my backpack. "I'll see you next week, Mr. Kingsley."

"And don't forget the candies next time."

I laugh as I walk out of his office, waving goodbye to the workers at the front desk before leaving. I shoot a quick text to Kesam, letting her know what a hit her coffee candies are with the people I've shared them with here and how low I'm running. She graduated culinary school last semester, and while she's a boss bitch line cook at some fancy restaurant place, she experiments with her own recipes on her own time and formulates all kinds of yummy things she shares with me as her personal Guinea pig. She made these candies for me given how addicted I've become to coffee during my time as a college student, but I've been using them as bribing material for people like Mr. Kingsley.