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Post by Zippy on Sept 1, 2011 14:35:28 GMT -5
"What the hell is this!" Zippy hissed at him, coming up and slamming her midterm down on his desk. "Why'd you give me an A when I had the same wrong answers as the greasy long haired kid next to me?!"
She glared at him. "I wanted to fuck you because you're hot. Not to get a better grade."
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Post by tshamien on Sept 1, 2011 14:44:26 GMT -5
Tristan glanced up at her and then down at the paper, then he looked back up at her. "It ain't your paper, that's Linda's." He held it up and pointed at the name. "I gave you the wrong paper. I'll hold onto it and give it to Linda next week."
Tristan shoved the paper into a folder where he kept all the exams he had yet to give out. He shoved the folder into his messenger bag and slung it over his shoulder.
"You failed by the way."
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Post by Zippy on Sept 1, 2011 23:24:27 GMT -5
"WHAT?!" Zippy exclaimed, putting her hand to her chest and gasping. "How is that possible! I studied pretty hard and I was in your office hours all the time..." She glared at him. "I thought I did okay. Lemme see my real exam!"
She looked away, shaking her head back and forth. She thought an A sounded high, she expected a B, or maybe - worst case- a C. But an F?!
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Post by tshamien on Sept 2, 2011 6:59:58 GMT -5
"Evidently you are really really bad at math. This class was designed for idiots." Tristan shrugged. "You can do extra credit to bring up your grade."
He handed her the real paper.
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Post by Zippy on Sept 2, 2011 10:40:59 GMT -5
Angry and embarrassed, Zippy grabbed the exam, shoved it into her bag and stormed out.
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Post by tshamien on Sept 2, 2011 10:47:57 GMT -5
((HAHA Ouch!))
Maybe he was a little hard on her, but maybe he was kind of pissed off too. They'd slept together twice, she'd met his son who seemed to worship her and then she wants nothing to do with him. Fuck her. FUCK her then.
Tristan grabbed the rest of his stuff and hurried out of the classroom. His phone was ringing loudly and he picked it up.
"I know! I'm on my way. I had to talk to a student." He flung his bag over his shoulder and hurried toward the parking lot. "Annie I know! What the fuck do you want me to do about it?" He started glaring. "I ain't in a bad mood I'm just trying to get there on time which now I know is too fucking late cause he's already prancing around in his fucking costume up there."
Tristan reached his bike and picked up his helmet, he held it against his side, listening to his sister.
"Whoa! This again? I told you no already, there is no fucking way! Calm down? you want me to calm down? Don't give me this shit Annie!" he angrily flung his helmet to the ground. "NO! I TOLD YOU NO! He's my son!" He hung up on her. "FUCK YOU TOO! FUCK YOU!"
((oh boy lol))
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Post by Zippy on Sept 2, 2011 14:42:35 GMT -5
((drama!!  )) Zippy had been sitting in her car listing to music and trying to calm down before her drive home when she heard Tristan yelling. She turned off her music and pulled up next to him. "Hey!" zippy yelled, rolling down her window. She didn't know what else to say, he looked really upset. |
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Post by tshamien on Sept 2, 2011 14:48:14 GMT -5
"What!? What do you want!?" He snapped at her. Throwing his arms out to the side. "Keep driving!"
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Post by Zippy on Sept 2, 2011 15:09:12 GMT -5
Zippy honked her horn. "CALM THE FUCK DOWN!" she yelled, honking it again. "how do you even drive Mikey around on that thing?"
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Post by tshamien on Sept 2, 2011 19:24:32 GMT -5
"That ain't your fucking business no more!" Tristan yelled at her.
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Post by Zippy on Sept 2, 2011 22:47:50 GMT -5
"What?" Zippy asked, getting out of her car and slamming the door, going over to him. "When was it EVER my business? We fucked, and somehow I found myself playing candyland with you and your kid?! Either you like me, or you don't- either we're just fucking, or we're not....!"
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Post by tshamien on Sept 2, 2011 22:50:40 GMT -5
"You made it perfectly clear that you didn't want anything else from me!" He yelled at her and pointed his finger in her face. "You just acted like you didn't care that I was a father and then you just fucking disappear! Do you know what that's like explaining to a five year old!?"
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Post by Zippy on Sept 2, 2011 23:14:53 GMT -5
"Tristan," she said slowly, crossing her arms over her chest, "You never called ME. I left that night because I wasn't ready to cuddle with you and your son. I mean COME ON you hadn't even asked me out on a date, I thought we were just fucking. It's really fucking weird for me to cuddle with you in the first place, let alone with you and your kid. You never made it seem like we were anything more."
Why was he so angry?! It couldn't be directed at her...?
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Post by tshamien on Sept 2, 2011 23:20:43 GMT -5
"I took you back to my place, Zippy. I never do that!" He shouted at her. "I don't bring girls home because then Mikey gets excited that he might actually get a mom out of the deal! You seemed like you didn't want to bother after that! I know it's weird and I know it's uncomfortable but all he's got is me my mom and my fucking bitch of a sister who's trying to take him away from me!"
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Post by Zippy on Sept 2, 2011 23:33:35 GMT -5
Zippy took a deep breath. "Tristan," She repeated again, stepping closer to him. "You need to try to calm down. do you want to get a coffee or something? I think we've both misunderstood each other and continuing to yell will just fuck this up even more.."
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))