The Other Girlfriend

Pressure

Liam’s POV

 

                I see the look of frustration on her face as she glances over the homework due for one of her classes.  It’s a lovely midafternoon that has both of us stuck inside the library and not outside unfortunately.  We’re sharing a table on the ground floor all around the computers and the buzz of others working on projects, papers, and homework.  Both of us have confusing assignments that neither of us is getting.  Sarah gets frustrated over a nursing assignment while I barely understand the homework due tonight in my chem class.

                I wish I could work on this later, but it’s due at midnight and that’s about the time when Spring Sing ends.  Also Spring Sing seems to take 5 to 6 hours of my time that means I have only 2 hours max on Spring Sing days to get anything which is frustrating to say the least.  I probably should stop going to the hospitals on the weekend to focus on my studying, but I like volunteering there so much.

                “I hate this class,” Sarah said soberly, “I wished I had time to understand this more,”

                “I’m in the same boat,” I said simply. “I wish you were in this chem class, it’d make my world ten times easier at least,”

                “Too bad you’re not a nursing major and you could help me with this,” Sarah countered.  It frustrates that this is how we spend most of our time together now: working on homework that nobody understands.  Compared to this semester, last semester was a honeymoon.  Now we’re in real life struggling to breathe out of the ocean.

                “We need to stay positive,” I said quietly. “I only have an hour and half left to work on this and I need to get it done,”

                “You should’ve worked on it sooner,” Sarah complained, “Didn’t you get assigned that yesterday?”

                “But then my biostats wouldn’t have gotten done on time,” I grumbled.

                “Ugh, stupid teachers for assigning so much and then stupid Spring Sing giving us so little time to do anything,” Sarah grumbled back.

                “I thought you were part time,” I stated, “It can’t be as bad as full time,”

                “Well, by the time, I have to go most of the singing practices and have twirling practice 3 days a week, I might as well be full time some days,” Sarah replied.

                “Jeez, that is a lot of effort for part time,”

                “I know!” Sarah whispered.  She looked around us and then she scooted closer to me, “My director is literally the most type ‘A’ person in existence!  She works Harry and Jenny to death over all their solos and feature dance routines.  I’m amazed that neither of them complains about it,”

                “Maybe because they are actually doing it with the person they like the most on campus?” I suggested.  “I mean, if you were my partner instead of Brenda, I wouldn’t be complaining at all,” Sarah looked up and I saw her turn red as I winked back to her.

                “That would be nice, but we’re in clubs that are not connected to each other in any shape or form,” Sarah said realistically.

                “I could try to get you beaued by us or you can the other way around,” I suggested. “That way both of us are technically are part of the same club.”