Prompt: Lab Partners
Pairing: Edwin
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"You've got to be kidding me," Ed groaned internally.
This chemistry class was a joke. A complete fucking joke, and the school year hadn't even started. What teacher still did assigned seats, let alone assigned lab partners?! He grumbled obscenities as he made his way around the room, searching for the table with his name written in chicken shit handwriting on some stupid cardboard tag.
…and there it was. Front row seating (no doubt on purpose, fucking Mustang), and in the seat beside his sat…
"Winry."
She was reading her textbook, like some kind of robotic, soulless entity, before placing it down and turning pompously towards him. "Hello, Edward."
He rolled his eyes and slumped in his seat. "Whatever."
"Always with the pleasantries," she muttered, but Mr. Mustang took his place in front of the class before Ed could get another word in.
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"So," Ling oozed, wagging his eyebrows while nudging Edward's side. "How's Rockbell as a lab partner?"
"Fuckin' terrible," Ed spat. "She's a freaking nightmare."
"I can't see how," he sighed.
"That's because all you see is her chest," he retorted.
Ling waved the comment off nonchalantly. "Even so, I can't see how she'd be awful, she's top of the class isn't she?"
"Second," Ed corrected, with a glare, "and her psychopathic, control-freak attitude isn't great when you actually know what you're doing in the class. Like I said; she's a total nightmare."
A throat clearing from behind caused him to freeze. Slowly, he glanced over his shoulder to see, as he fucking feared, Winry staring at him.
"Anything else you'd like to say?" she began, her nostrils flared and bottom lip quivering slightly. "This time, to my face?"
"Winry, I-"
"You know what, don't bother," she snapped. "I'll ask Mustang to switch me, if I'm that bad."
She stormed passed them, gripping her books tightly to her chest, and swung into the direction of the girl's bathroom.
"Nice going," Ling said. "Think a troll will come and attack her in there, then we can save her and become a trio of unstoppable power?"
"This isn't Harry Potter, you dolt," Ed jabbed, and punched Ling in the shoulder as they continued down the hall, watching the girl's bathroom from the corner of his eye as they passed.
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The next day was painfully awkward. Winry was still in the same seat when he came into the room, which meant either Winry didn't ask Mr. Mustang for a new partner to spite him, or the bastard rejected her request.
If sitting down beside a girl could be the cause of someone's death, Ed was certain it'd be his. Winry refused to look at him, but he knew if she did, it'd be a look of pure disdain. When he thought about it, she had a right to be pissed.
After Mustang gave his twenty minute monologue of self-serving bullshit instructions, and after they watched the dullest of lab safety films, class was finally over. Winry blasted passed him and was out the door before Ed could even get out of his seat.
"Seems you made a bad impression with Miss Rockbell," Mr. Mustang smirked.
Edward glared as he picked up his books, and mumbled under his breath as he walked out.
The rest of the week was exactly the same. Winry refused to speak to him, and Edward grew more frustrated as the silence continued. Once Friday came around, Ed had enough of it. When the bell rang and Winry got ready to dart, Ed shoved his seat as far out as he could, blocking off her escape route.
"Excuse me," she muttered, and Ed turned in her direction, feigning shock.
"So you can speak," he exclaimed, and Winry rolled her eyes.
"I'm not in the mood to deal with this," she growled. "I'm going to be late for shop, can you just-"
"Yeah, yeah, I'll go, whatever," he replied. "Just let me apologize for Monday."
Winry cocked an eyebrow and pursed her lips. "Really?"
"Yes, really," Ed mimicked. "I guess what I said was… dickish."
Winry snorted. "You guess?"
"Don't interrupt me," he sneered, though this interaction with her didn't seem as horrid as before. "Anyways, sorry. We cool?"
"Hardly," she commented, and moved him out her way with a small shove to his chest, "but I guess you can try to make up for it."
He glared at her as she walked away, but not with the same level of disdain as he had once before. "Whatever."
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