amelia dixon is a freshman in college﹔ she always knew she was smart, so when the new history teacher gives her a D+ in her strongest subject, she doesn't react kindly. watch how the back & forth pushes them both down the rabbit hole.
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She tossed an aluminum wrapper into the recycling bin. She even went to the length of rinsing it beforehand to ensure it was recyclable. It was just the type of girl Amelia was, so particular it hurt. She perfected everything she ever did in hopes that maybe, for once, her parents would just see it. Slim chance.
Beside her was Emory-Joy, her roommate & only acquaintance. They'd met the weekend that had just passed. Amelia was moving her furniture in while Emory had already been living there all summer. Amelia had spent hers in The Hamptons with her mother while her father worked a strenuous case in Southern California. She tried out for the cheerleading team the day she landed back home. Emory had asked all about it, but winced at the mention of parties. Not her scene. The two were completely different girls, the embodiment of opposites attract. Amelia was the only one who could even get Emory to consider leaving her skin.
The raven—haired cheerleader clung her books to her chest, her nervous companion still beside her. 〝I hear this teacher has taught for years before here,〞Emory announced, seemingly disgusted as she continued on,〝Apparently, he's like, 27—but they say he's a hard class to pass.〞
〝Oh, yeah? Try me,〞Amelia nudged her roommate with an elbow, a reassuring smile. An airpod in her right ear was hidden by her ebony locks. She never played it very loudly, it was almost useless. But, she did it nevertheless. The two girls slid into the history classroom door as it was closing behind another student. Amelia was instinctively headed for the back corner. She made it to the second to back seat in the far left row ﹔ she would've taken the last one, but there was a book bag claiming it's owner's mark. Ebony sat to the left of Amelia, nervously clicking her pen. It was the first day—this girl was a stickler. She'd been tapping so vigorously, the pen flew from her fingers and landed behind Amelia. A hand, calloused from football & veiny from the lifting that came with the sport, extended to the floor and retrieved the airborne item. 〝Here, speedy.〞he grinned, pen still being held outward for Emory to grab it. 〝I, —〞gulp. 〝Th—thank you.〞she took it with a half—hearted, Mona Lisa smile, nerves preventing her from being capable of normal conversation. From beside her, the corners of Amelia's mouth curled, her eyes polite & reassuring.
