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Title: Lovers, Liars, and Lunatics (2)
Author: mmmh-Hot-Sauce [ Send a Private Message ]
Copyright: mmmh-Hot-Sauce
Content Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters, well, maybe one or two, but as for the rest of them, nope.
Author's Note: =)
Summary: Same as before
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Lovers, Liars, and Lunatics (2) by mmmh-Hot-Sauce
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Chapter 2
The Victorian style church tower loomed over the gothic style campus on the early February morning, casting an eerie shadow across half of the quad where a few students bravely faced the weather. As the temperature outside was starting to increase in preparation for a bright, shiny day, the wind began to pick up as well, sending the dead leaves on the ground to rustle around while trees, bare of foliage, swayed with the breeze. At the main gate leading into the college, the wrought iron framework was etched with the motto, "For God, for Country, and for Berkeley".
Through the gate, you can see a few students briskly walking, textbooks and binders clutched tightly to their chests as they hurried towards the academic buildings. As the streets and the quad started to clear out of the various by-goers, the campus clock attached to the church tower striked eight, singling the time with eight very loud and distinct rings. As the clock finished chiming, the doors to the classrooms closed, signaling the start of the midterm exams to all those already seated at their desks.
In room 214, the huge lecture hall is filled with about two hundred nervous college student, a majority of them nervously fidgeting as they anxiously waited for their exam packets. Along with the students, there are approximately a six teaching assistants, all of which are quickly working their way up the center aisle passing out the exams and blue books row by row.
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“Okay, people, this is the midterm.” Shouted a man in his mid-thirty’s with thinning brown hair and wired rimmed glasses, a smug smile plastered on his face. “This exam is forty percent of your grade. But those of you with a working knowledge of the Franco-Prussian War shouldn't be too concerned. For those who don’t … now's the time to start panicking.”
“For those of you who don't know me, my name is Philip.” Philip said smugly as he strutted back and forth at the front of the classroom, his hands clasped behind his back. “If you don't know who I am, that means you've never been to class.”
“Study materials need to go under our desk...yes, that’s right Mr. Dubroski, under … as my minions pass out the test booklets.” He continued as he watched his students fold up their binders and note books, a majority of them immediately putting their study material away.
As the instructor of the midterm exam continued to explain the test, a figure in the aisle seat in the very last row started flirting with a sandy blonde hair girl sitting adjacent from her. “Hey.” The girl called out, gaining the attention of the blonde haired girl sitting in the aisle across from her. “How you doing?”
“I’m good,” the girl replied with a candid smile, seeming to enjoy the attention. “What about yo…” Here question was cut off as a snotty teaching assistant arrived in front of them, giving them both pointed looks before handing the other, dark haired girl, a stack of exams and blue books.
“Good luck, dude.” The pompous boy sneered with a smirk on his face.
Giving him a fake smile and a nod, Shane held onto the exam packets, waiting for him to walk away. Once the arrogant teaching assistant reached the next aisle, she slowly took a few blue books and an exam off the stack and passed the rest to the overly anxious woman with granny glasses sitting next to her left. Instead of starting the exam like everyone else, she instead folded the test and placed it inside her black blazer, switching it with the stolen exam Alice had retrieved.
Here’s where I made my first mistake. This is how it all started. But, I mean, look at her. She's a prime example of why I went to college.
With her new pamphlet, she wrote on the bottom right corner, “What’s your number?” and passed it across the aisle to the attractive blonde she was previously flirting with.
Looking up from her exam which she had been carefully reading over, the blonde looked over at Shane then around the room to see if anyone was watching them. Grabbing Shane’s exam which the other girl was brazenly dangling between them, she read over the note, a smile forming over her face as she wrote a response back to Shane’s question.
“This is a closed book exam.” The proctor yelled as he positioned himself in a plastic chair behind a desk, his eyes fixed firmly on Shane. “Please, keep your study materials under your desk and wait until after the test is complete to talk to your friends.
Leaning over, Shane snatched her packet back from the blonde, a grin forming on her lips as she read the formally unnamed woman’s response under her question. “Lily, 555-9372”. She continued to smile as she reread the phone number, then casually took a hard candy out of her pants pocket, unwrapped it, and put it into her mouth. She looked around at the ridiculously frantic test-takers, shook her head in disbelief, and started working on the exam in front of her.
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