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I stared down at my water, my chest quickly rose and fell. It was a pretty rough day today; one of the toughest days I've had in a while. I felt pretty dizzy, and unbelievably weak; it didn't help that school was getting tough too. I had issues translating this one language I'd never seen before until today, which caused Spock to get on my case because I hadn't read ahead like Uhura had- Uhura's my competition for the top spot in Spock's class. I wanted to punch that bitch in the face for stealing my spot, and the only reason she has the top spot at the moment is because Spock's got the hots for her; but that won't last for long, because I'm going to kick her ass in finals this week-

My thoughts were interrupted by the margarita that had just been slid across the small table, followed by a man sitting down across from me. "You looked like you needed a drink," he answered my quizzical look I was giving him. He had a small smirk on his face, as he smoothly said, "Jim Kirk," he held out his hand as if I were going to shake it. I didn't, I still sat there staring curiously at him, and then back down at the margarita.

I reached out, and grabbed the drink, holding it up to my nose, and sniffing it. I took a sip while watching him, along that smirk still playing on his face- probably because I was acting strangely.

"So everything's good? Am I okay?" he asked, jokingly, as an innocent smile replaced that smirk.

I took another sip of the drink, and set it back down. "Yeah, I guess so."

"So, may I have a name, so I know what to call such a beautiful lady like yourself?"

I could feel myself blushing at his complement; I'd never really thought of myself as beautiful. I drank the rest of the margarita, before quietly replying, "Johanna." Jim ordered two more margaritas for us.

"What was that?" Jim held a hand behind his ear as if it would help him hear well. "I couldn't quite hear."

I couldn't help but laugh at him. "Oh shut up, I know you heard me!" I managed to say in between the laughter. I downed the other margarita, before repeating, "Johanna."

"Last name?" he prodded.

"Espinosa." My head started buzzing, probably due to the combination of no food and alcohol. "Johanna Espinosa."

"It's nice to meet you," he smiled, and ordered two more drinks as we finished off another margarita.

"You're trying to get me drunk, aren't you?" He laughed as I took another sip of the new margarita.

"No, not necessarily; I mean, you don't have to drink the drinks."

"Oh whatever, " I stood up from my chair, wavering a little bit, and hiccupped. "Do you want to dance? I can't sit still anymore, I'll go crazy if I have to sit any longer."

Jim simply laughed, and pointed out, "There's not any music."

"So," I reached out and grabbed his hand, leading him towards a clear space in the bar.

I shot up in bed, frantically looking around at the unfamiliar setting, on the verge of a panic attack because I couldn't remember where the hell I was, or how I'd even gotten here. Then it hit me like the bad hangover I was currently experiencing. Kirk, the alcohol, the dancing, going back to Kirk's dorm- it was all coming back to me now. I looked around the room, which was empty except for the mess that went along with the whole guys dorm vibe.

I rolled out of the bed, grabbed the top sheets, and wrapped them around me, seeing as I couldn't find my clothes; I walked out of the room, and into the living room, and found my clothes on the floor in front of the couch. I'd lost control last night- not as bad as it normally gets, but it was still pretty bad. Would I tell Logan, or should I just keep it a secret? No, I couldn't tell him, after all the other times something like this happens- it gets scary.

I slipped on my clothes, and quietly slipped out the door. I dashed out of the dorm building, hoping nobody would see me. Unfortunately, once I made it out successfully, I heard the last person I'd wanted to see me calling my name. Taking a deep breath, I turned around to face the man who was keeping me from being the top of the class: Spock. I put on a fake smile, and commented innocently, "Lovely morning isn't it? I was actually just on my way to your class." I laughed nervously, looking down at my feet to avoid looking at him. "You know, the class which I'd be number one in if you hadn't given that spot to Uhura. So yup, I get to be number two; good ol' number two." There I was rambling again, looking like an idiot probably.

"Did I just see you coming out of the guys' dorm?"

'Oh shit!' I thought, "he caught me; lie and just tell him you were walking by- wait don't, he'll catch you lying, and then there goes your chance of getting that top spot; just play it cool.' "Oh, is that what that building was? Huh, I thought that was my dorm building. Whoops, I guess that's what happens when you drink too much to the point where you don't know where you are. One of the many downfalls of alcohol." I laughed nervously again, and looked back up at Spock to see his expression- it was blank as always.

"Johanna, you know it's against the rooms to be in the guys' dorm this early in the morning, and at night."

"Yeah, I know." I tried reading his mind to see if he was planning on getting me in trouble- and if he was, to try and change his mind to let me off the hook. Unfortunately, he blocked me out. "It won't happen again. Now can I go now? I have to stop by my room, and I don't really want to be late for class." He nodded, and I sped off towards the girls' dorm.

I took my usual spot under the shady oak tree that was located on the front lawn. My class hadn't gone too well. I wasn't able to concentrate at all, partially because of the nasty hang over I was experiencing, and partially because I couldn't block out the thoughts of the other people around me in the class (which, again, was due to the hangover; I normally never had issues blocking out other people's thoughts if I didn't want to hear them). I felt frustrated since I couldn't focus, and finals are tomorrow.

I reached into my bag, and pulled out my notes and textbook for Xenolinguistics, and began to study. The breeze was nice considering how hot it was outside. I closed my eyes, taking in the wonderful summer afternoon, and allowed myself to relax for just a moment before I went back to studying.

What was the point of even studying though? I knew this stuff page for page, and could speak each language fluently, but something drove me to do it- probably the need to beat Uhura, and knock her down from that top spot. I flipped mindlessly through the notes, mindlessly, looking at the words I'd already memorized.

"I thought I might find you here."

I looked up from my book, and saw Logan looking down at me, and smiling. "Yup, you know me." I laughed nervously as he sat down beside me. He wrapped an arm around my shoulders, and I quickly brushed it off. "Are you okay, Jo?"

No I'm not. "Yeah I'm fine, I just kind of need to study, I'm really nervous about tomorrow; I'm sorry, I just really need to get back to studying." 'Liar, you just don't want him finding out you cheated on him with some random guy at the bar.'

"Okay, I understand. Are we still on for tonight?"

I began to nervously pick at the grass around me, as I mumbled, "Um, actually I have to work tonight, and then I'm going to study more afterwards. I'm really sorry, I just want to do extremely well." Logan nodded, and began to get up; I grabbed his hand, and pulled him back down, placing my hand gently on his cheek. "I'm seriously sorry, Logan, don't be mad at me; I promise we'll do something after finals."

He laughed, and said, " I'm not mad; disappointed is the proper word for it."

"Well, don't be. Now, let me get back to studying." I quickly kissed him, and went back to studying while he got up and left.

I was able to study for about five minutes before I was interrupted again. Kirk was walking towards me

"Hey," he called out, as he got closer. I waved at him, and began to pick at the grass again; he took the liberty of sitting down next to me.

"How are you doing?" I blurted out, still focusing on the grass, rather than him.

Kirk laughed, as he replied, "I guess I'm doing well." I could feel him staring at me; I refused to look at that face- that face that made my heart melt; that boyish, yet masculine, face I'd seen for the first time last night. How crazy is that? I just met him, and I was already feeling that way. 'Man, I wish I had a drink right now.' Instead, I pulled out a cigarette, and lit up. I heard him laugh, and ask, "Are you avoiding me?"

I choked a bit on the smoke, and began coughing before I managed to say, "No, of course not." Another lie; I was turning into my mother. I forced myself to look at him; my heart did a somersault into my stomach.

"You're not much of a smoker, are you?" he pointed out, and took the cigarette from me, putting it out on the ground. I had to laugh at that; it was true, I wasn't. It was just one of those rare things I did whenever I didn't have anything to distract me.

I gave him a shy smile like a child would give his parents after doing something he knew he'd get in trouble for. "You caught me, I guess."

"Good, it's not healthy."

"Whatever," I replied, passively, "so, what's up?"

"Oh, you know, just chillin'; I was actually on my way to study for the Kobayashi Maru, but then I saw this lovely lady sitting by a tree, and decided to go and talk to her."

I laughed, and tried to hide the blush I could feel coming on.

"So what are you working on?" he asked, politely.

"I'm studying for my Xenolinguistics final."

"Ooh fun."

"Oh yeah, I'm just having a blast," I said in a sarcastic tone to match his.

"So, you're apparently going to be at the Kobayashi Maru tomorrow?"

"Apparently. Spock wanted me to sit in and get used to it again."

"Again?"

"Yeah, I used to help out with it all the time, but this past year I haven't, so it's going to be interesting." I looked down at my hands, and remembered that grueling test that everyone fails; it's quite painful watching failure. "Are you ready for it?"

"Yeah, I'm going to pass it tomorrow."

I stared at him in total disbelief, dumbfounded at his confidence behind his words. "I don't mean to be the rain on your parade, but it's highly unlikely that's going to happen," I replied, "nobody's ever passed- not saying that you won't be the exception- but it's a slim-to-none chance."

He still had a smile on his face, and simply stated, "Well, I'll be the first. I've got it all figured out."

"Oh really?" This was amusing, I have to say; I couldn't help but smile as I said that.

"Yeah, you want to bet on it?"

I shrugged. "I'm not the betting type."

"Oh, c'mon; what are you risking if nobody's ever beaten it, and you don't believe I can."

I thought about it for a little, and then nodded. "Fine, what are we betting on?"

"If I win, you go on an actual date with me-"

I burst out laughing at his persistence- he'd asked me out on a date last night at the bar, and thankfully, my rational hadn't left me yet; it just left me after. I calmed myself down, and asked, "What do I get if I win?"

"I don't know, what do you want?"

"For you to stop asking me out on dates, " I replied, sarcastically; not really knowing what I wanted.

"Okay."

"I was just joking."

"I know, but you don't need to worry; I'm going to pass anyways."

I rolled my eyes, and began to pick at the grass again. "Whatever."

Kirk began to laugh again, so I smiled an looked over at him.

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