Bad Girl [GirlxGirl]

6)The Pair of You

Taylor

'What a droll night! Who would've thought kissing the ballerina would be the highlight of my whole day? And now I'm actually on time to Sharpe's class. The world must be coming to an end.'

Even though I'm on time, I still sit away from everyone else. I've even beaten Sharpe; he's probably gonna go into shock.

"Do my eyes deceive me? Could it be Ms. Reilly on time for class?" Dr. Sharpe makes a show of cleaning the lens of his thick ass glasses.

"It's a one time event, I assure you." Our conversation starts drawing attention from the rest of the class, especially Adrienne's.

"Pity. But excellent for me. You didn't put your name down for the first group project. I'll pair you with..."

"Lemme stop you there. I don't do "group" anything. Hell, I barely do projects. Just give me another assignment."

"No can do. Group learning is an integral part of the college experience. Like I was saying, you and Ms. Isaacs will be a pair. Look at this way: teamwork makes the dream work." Sharpe quips. I crack my knuckles in anger. One of these sacs of shit are gonna responsible for my grade.

"Alright, folks. Settle down. I have your pairs set." A guttural groan comes out every students mouth.

'Now they've done it. There's nothing Sharpe hates more than bitching and groaning. Well that and late assignments.'

"I was going to say these pairings were temporary but I've changed my mind. Once in your pairing, exchange contact information and wait for further instructions." Sharpe writes the pairings on the board. Automatically, people sigh or groan about their partners.

"Who the fuck is Isaacs?" I say loudly causing the class to become silent. Everyone avoids eye contact except for Adrienne.

'Of fucking course.'

"Come over here. I'm not moving." I shout at Adrienne. She takes her sweet time packing her shit and sits down beside me. I slide her my phone and she does the same. We input our contact info and wait for Sharpe's instructions. I slouch deeper in my seat. Already bored with the class, I zone out to the last time I had sex. I need to find a replacement for Jenna.

'That Ann chick was frigid; I would love to see her lose control. Plus, I'm sure it would irritate Adrienne and for some reason that makes me feel hella good.'

"How's Ann?" Adrienne rolls her eyes.

"Fine. What about her?"

"Ewww. No need to sound so bitter. She single?"

"Yea, but she's not gay." Adrienne says like she's played a trump card.

"So? That doesn't mean shit to me. Plenty of straight girls have spend the night in my bed. It's just sex not marriage." I sneer.

'Why must people put labels on shit? And why am I so annoyed so quickly?'

Adrienne reaches over and places her hand on my forearm.

"i'm sorry. I wasn't trying to label you or anything. I just meant that Ann wouldn't be interested. Let's start over. My name's Ren and I have chronic foot in mouth syndrome."

"Apology accepted, Ren. No harm done."

"Your first assignment is to put a creative new interpretation on the play Waiting For Godot. First, you must read the play then take a particular scene, theme, or any other literary device and simplify it for the class. You must give the message in one of these ways: act it out in class, make a YouTube video,  or write up your interpretation. This assignment will be the majority of your midterm grade. You'll have class time every other Friday; you will also have to show documented outside class time in the form of logs. Any questions?" Not a hand goes in the air. Sharpe leaves us to our own devices.