Freshman

Chapter 10: The Assessment

In this confounded and weird feeling that I had felt with Jen, and this stupid relationship that I won't back down from, is really getting on my damn nerves. By all things sane, why was it bothering me so much when I can easily end it with one fell 'I' m breaking up with you' sentence?

In the comfort of my friends, I lie in Life Labs class, having a handful of work on my hands. With a little team work and bickering, nothing can go wrong....

"Move your damned asses!" Hasha commanded. "We've got fifteen minutes on the clock! I am not wasting them on scolding you two to get some work done. If you don't wanna lose your life, I suggest you move!"

"Ugh," Michael grunted. "When will you ever stop nagging?"

"Once you help us out!" She exclaimed blatantly. "Aria is pretty much the only person helping me out here."

"Yeah," Jan nodded. "Because she's the only other woman in the group."

Jan and Michael high-fived each other.

"So are you a sexist now?" Hasha enquired.

"Don't waste your voice on them, Hash," I patted her back. "Never mind them. We're finished anyway, just gotta chillax until we reach presentation time."

I packed up our markers, rulers, and group binder as Hasha continued to scold the two for their conceit and insolence. I rolled up our finished flow chart, and distributed their scripts for our defense. Yes, they definitely need a script.

"Okay," Hasha sighed in relief. "Is our flash drive ready?"

"Check!" I answered.

"Flow charts and pie charts?"

"Check!"

"Cause and effect posters?"

"Just finished them."

"And finally, our conclusion?"

"As ready as it'll ever be."

"Oh yes!" She exclaimed. "Thank God!"

"What now?" Michael placed an elbow on the table and rested his face on his palm.

"Memorize your lines," Hasha abruptly thrusted them the pieces of paper to them. "Those are manuscripts, better not lose them."

The two shrugged, burying their faces into the well stapled paperwork. Hasha did the same, muttering mild curse words as she read. Meanwhile, as far as I could tell, my head was over the clouds. I couldn't get my mind off of him.

My worst fears have been realized once I broke the promise I made to myself when I started my relationship with Jen. Never let him become a distraction, but only an inspiration.

"Crap," I slumped. "These butterflies in my stomach again...."

Michael raised his head, eyeing me critically. I've seen that scowl before. It's that scowl he makes when he senses me feeling flustered or overwhelmed.

"Typical," Michael rolled his eyes. "Thinking of Jen again, aren't you?"

"You have a problem with that?" I retorted.