Study Room
Aiden looked down at his laptop wishing he hadn’t chosen partying over schoolwork last night.
“It’s always this way with every group project, I don’t know why I even kid myself that others in the group will actually carry their weight and contribute,” Laura said as she pushed up her glasses.
They sat across from each other in a small study room in the library—one that Laura had reserved, of course.
Laura was a painfully average sophomore with curly blonde hair and a bit of a thicker body than her fellow female classmates. But she was by no means homely—just unassuming. Laura wore simple clothes, mostly baggy sweaters and yoga pants. It worked for her, and she didn’t have to think much about it.
Aiden, on the other hand, was the typical corn hole, red solo cup, hair-fade, freshly-dropped-off-by-mommy-and-daddy boy. He loved his sneakers, his cheap beer, and his best friends. How they were best friends after only a couple of months is anybody’s guess.
“It’s just my luck to get paired with some party-obsessed fuckboy freshman.”
“Look, okay, I’m sorry I didn’t do the work. Really. How about we use the rest of the hour we’ve got to just work on it. I’ll get my part done, and it’ll all be good.”
“It’ll take more than an hour to do what needs to be done. I was up until three last night doing my part. Let me guess… You were out partying?”
The bags under Aiden’s eyes answered her question without him needing to say anything.
“Well, I can at least get a start on it and then finish it later. That’s better than nothing, right?”
“You know what? It’s people like me that are the only reason people like you graduate,” Laura said as she continued to chew him out. “Just don’t even bother. I’ll finish it, that way we know for sure we’ll get an A. I honestly don’t trust you to finish it.”
“Do you think I’m not smart enough or something to do it?” Aiden asked.
“Given I haven’t seen what you’re capable of and your whole… situation, let’s just say it’ll be better if I handle it.”
“What crawled up your ass and died? Seriously! You need to loosen up. I’m here to have fun, try new things. This project, this class, we won’t remember it when we’re in our forties. We’ll remember the parties, the people we met, the pranks, the epic runs of corn hole. You’re just some goody-two-shoes who doesn’t know how to unwind and have a good time. I’ve had enough of people like you, always sucking up to the teacher and never having any fun. I bet no one even wants to fuck—“ Aiden stopped mid-sentence, but he already went too far. He looked down at his computer, ashamed.
“So that’s what you think? Because I don’t get shitfaced and fuck random dudes every night and actually care about my schoolwork that I’m not fun? I’ll show you no fun.”
Laura slipped her foot out of her sneaker and pushed it up against Aiden’s crotch. He looked up at her, mouth agape. “W-what are you doing?”
“You think I’m some kind of boring basic bitch, is that it?” She pushed her foot harder into his crotch.
“N-no, I didn’t say that.”
“You’re pathetic,” she said as she kept rubbing his hard cock with her foot. “In ten years, when you’re getting drunk every day after work complaining about your boss, you’ll be complaining about someone like me. Someone who did their work and weren’t total dicks to people and cared about more than just having a good time.”
She kept rotating her foot, gyrating it, and pushing it into his crotch.
“L-Laura, look, okay, you need to stop. Please. Or else…”
“Or else what?”
“Or. Else. I’m. Gonna. Come!”
As the word left his lips, he bent over and moaned. The front of his khakis turned a darker brown than they were the moment before.
“Do your part, and get it to me by ten tonight, okay? If you do, there’s more where that came from.”
Laura slipped her damp sock back in her shoe, closed her laptop lid, and slid it into her bag.
“Yes, ma’am,” was all Aiden could muster as a reply as she got up and left the study room.