“What the fuck are you talking about?”
“I’ve seen you grab a girl by the hand, whisper to her, and then take her to the locker room for fifteen minutes,” Amy said, “but I’ve never seen you actually trying to get the attention of a girl who’s just not falling for it.”
“Shut up and go away.”
“Unfortunately,” Amy went on, “she’s straight. I did have my hopes up for a minute, but I guess I’m going to have to continue to stick to the city nightlife. No one else in this part of bumfuck is out of the closet yet.”
I guess the rumors of Ms. Cutter’s sexual orientation were accurate.
“Let’s try this again,” I growled. “Shut up and go away.”
“I’m just a little too intrigued,” she continued. I put my head down in my hands and tried wishing on my PB&J for her to just disappear. It didn’t work. “…partially because you are actually trying harder than ever, and even more so because it isn’t working for you. Have you ever gone after a girl and not been successful?”
“Of course I have,” I grumbled. “You ought to know that.”
“You consider the lame pass you made at me an actual courting attempt?”
“Courting?” I snorted. “What the fuck century do you live in? Yes, I count that. You did turn me down.”
“Your anatomy is seriously underwhelming,” she stated. I sat up straight in my seat.
“The fuck it is—”
“Not your anatomy personally,” Amy clarified. “I just mean boys in general. The penis is a ridiculous looking thing. I never understood the appeal. The new girl, though—she has beautiful, round breasts, though she doesn’t show enough of them, and a nice perky ass. I bet the rest of her is just as luscious.”
I couldn’t argue with that.
“But if you want to have any better chance of seeing that than I have, you are going to have to try tactics that didn’t die out in the fifth grade.”
With that, she stood up and sauntered away. I quickly shoved down lunch, practiced, showered, and walked into biology late.
“You’ll be working in your assigned teams…” Mister Bucher was saying as I walked in, still dripping wet from my post practice shower. He eyed me, took in a long breath, and huffed it out as he stopped and looked down at the paper in his hand.
“Who’s my partner?” I called out.
“Miss Skye will be working with you,” he informed me without looking up from his list.
I waggled my eyebrows at her.
“In what way are we partnering up?” I asked Rumple as I dropped down onto the desk behind her. There were quite a few ways of “partnering” I could think of that I’d like to explore with Rumple, and this was a biology class, after all. I gave her a little wink.
She sighed heavily and didn’t look up at me as she spoke.
“Organism research,” she said. “We are supposed to pick any organism we want, do a research paper, and present it.”
“Orgasm research? Fabulous!” She rolled her eyes and looked away from me. As class continued, the grin on my face wasn’t to be stopped. Working with Rumple meant we would have to spend some time together outside of class, and I was all for that.
She wouldn’t have a choice about it either.
“Are you coming to the game tonight?” I asked her as the bell rang.
“Why would I?”
“You have to,” I told her as I tried to come up with a reason why.
She looked over to me, her expression one of disbelief.
“How did you discern that?”