She scoffs when she hears his answer to the question. What a pretentious douche, she thinks as her friend knocks her shoulders to get her to shut up.
"Ms. Crawley? Do you have something you would like to say?"
She looks up at the professor and smiles. "Yes, I would just like to say this gentlemen right here, is wrong."
The guy who answered the question raises his eyebrows and turns towards her.
"What I'm saying is an opinion, Ms. Crawley."
She smirks, "Your opinion is wrong then. Tess was in a distraught position and of course, the testosterone in you would stop you from seeing her point of view."
He gapes at her, "No, Tess had the opportunity but she missed it and it is entirely her fault that she had to wait until the wedding to tell him."
"God, you're daft. Tess was worried that he wouldn't love her anymore if she had told him."
"Well, she should've had faith."
"In what? The piggish, man ways of the patriarchal world? Yes, I would have had so much faith back then too."
This banter goes on for a few more minutes until one of the students mentions that class is already over and all that's left after the shuffle of students, are the both of them glaring at each other.
"You didn't have to embarrass me." He muttered under his breath as he slung his bag onto his shoulder.
"Then where would be the fun in that?" She grins at him, before flipping her hair and walking away.
He rolled his eyes and followed her out the door, slamming it shut.
"God, you should have seen this girl Tom! She was so full of herself."
Tom clapped him on the back and lifted his finger
"Another for my very angry friend over here."
Matthew groaned, shoving his head into his hands. It was so embarrassing, she kept attacking him and while he enjoyed a good argument, he also didn't like being played with.
Tom was his best mate from primary school and was now on his way to becoming a journalist major while he was studying law.
God, why did he think Classical Literature would be an easy class? Stupid him.
He shook his head as another cold beer was placed in front of him.
"Oh god, I can't. I have to finish my thesis for debate class tonight."
"Alright Matty, more for me." Tom chugged it down and wiped his mouth on sleeve.
Matthew moaned again, this time much louder.
"Cheer up mate! You can show this girl up tomorrow but tonight, you're with a Branson which means you're going to have fun."
He surveyed the room for girls; Matty's been in a slump ever since his last girlfriend dumped him because they were heading in different directions. Matty, of course the romantic, wanted to make it work but she didn't.
Woah, who was that? A raven haired girl entered with her friend, she was laughing and Tom thought that that was the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen.
"Matty, come on, two gorgeous girls just walked into the bar."
Matthew batted him away, being not in the mood to flirt with girls.
"Leave me to wallow Tom."
"Come on Matty, please! Be my wingman."
He finally relented and got up with his friend, shuffling his feet and looking down.
He heard Tom start talking and mentally prepared himself for some girl who would just probably bore him.
"Ladies, can I buy you a drink?" Tom grinned at the raven haired girl.
She smiled back and nodded, "Alright. Two shots of tequila then."
"Oh by the way, I'm Tom and this is my friend Matthew."
He nodded hello, shoving his hands into his pocket.
"Oh I'm Sybil, this is my sister Mary."
He looked up and froze.
Oh god, it was the same girl who embarrassed him in front of the class.
Oh bloody hell, he sighed, could this night get any worse?
Mary smirked at the sight of him paling.
This was going to be fun.