Logan watched himself in the mirror as he flexed his muscles. "I've got some nice biceps," he said, turning to the side to see them at another angle. He barely noticed the door opening behind him. "'Sup, man?" he said as Michael walked in. Logan didn't remove his eyes from the mirror.
Michael stood in the doorway, rolling his eyes as he watched Logan rub his arms slowly. "You have a sickness, man. You love yourself a lot, don't you?"
"Mhm," Logan answered. "I'd marry myself if I could."
"Now that is wrong on so many levels," Michael shuddered. He went over to the mini fridge, pulling out a blue bottle of Blix. "Anyways, you need to pull yourself away from... yourself so we can go to class. Mrs. Barnes is giving out that project today that she's been keeping a secret for weeks. I want to go see what it is."
Logan groaned. "God, you are such a nerd!" He took one last glance at himself in the mirror before following Michael out the door.
"Since this is a Social Sciences class, I figured we need something that will help us interact socially with our classmates," the plump Mrs. Barnes said excitedly. She pulled a folder out her desk drawer with a flourish. "In this project, you will be partnered up with another one of your classmates. The pair of you will need to spend a week together, learning as much about each other as you can. Hang out, have fun, but most importantly: take notes."
With that, the entire class groaned in unison. Mrs. Barnes smiled hopefully. She opened her folder and shuffled a few papers around.
"Oh, come on guys! You'll love it, I promise. After I partner you up, and you spend the next week together, bring your notes to class. We'll move onto the next part from there." Mrs. Barnes cleared her throat and put her glasses on from the chain around her neck. "Here we go!"
"Okay, so. Describe yourself in one word," Zoey said, taking a sip of her Blix. The sun was blazing and both Zoey and Mark Del Figgalo were wearing sunglasses and sitting at a table with an ugly purple and blue striped umbrella shading it.
Mark crossed his arms, sighing loudly. "Uhh... hmm. One word to describe me..."
Zoey yawned. The combination of the sunshine and Mark's horrible answers was seriously draining. Her eyes wandered to somewhere off in the distance behind Mark. Lola was sitting with Stacey Dillsen, her partner. Zoey wouldn't be so envious, except for the fact that Stacey was asking Lola questions first. Which hopefully meant that Stacey's speaking was kept to the bare minimum. Her attention snapped back to Mark. "How about thoughtful?" Zoey asked, already writing the word in her notebook before he could answer.
Mark shrugged. "Sure. Why not?"
Zoey quickly read over the half-sheet of answers Mark had provided. Or, more the answers Zoey had suggested, and Mark had merely agreed to. "Ok, this is what we have: You're thoughtful, you hate reading, speaking, and running, you have three sisters who go to public school in Washington, and your favorite fruit is a banana. Sound right?"
Mark nodded, fiddling with his cell phone. Zoey sighed and threw her pen down. She leaned back in her chair, just far enough for the sun to peek out of hiding from the umbrella, enveloping her face in instant warmth.
"Listen," Mark said suddenly, "I have somewhere I have to be. Can we do this later?" Mark was walking away backwards waiting for Zoey to allow him to leave.
Zoey rolled her eyes. "I guess so," she finally said, realizing that they had been doing this for over an hour and Zoey barely got a full sentence out of him. Mark shot off surprisingly fast for some one who supposedly hates running.
"How did your interview with Mark go?" Quinn asked as Zoey slammed the dorm door shut and immediately collapsed on her bed. She lay there for a second, motionless. Mark's unwillingness to contribute answers had taken all of her energy.
"Horrible!" Zoey said, sitting up. "He is quite possibly the most boring person I know. I thought I had been sitting there for eight hours, not just an hour and a half."
Quinn nodded. "Yeah, he has that effect on people," she agreed.
"So when are you and Logan getting together?" Zoey asked, laying back down. Quinn suddenly dropped the screwdriver she had been using on the glass table, causing Zoey to sit right back up again.
Quinn's eyes widened. "Uhh, what about me and Logan?" she stammered, slowly picking her screwdriver back up.
"You guys are partners, remember?"
Quinn sighed in relief, gladly realizing that Zoey still had no idea that she and Logan were seeing each other. "Yeah, I know. Logan's probably off on a date or something. He said we can start tonight."
"Cool," Zoey said. "Well I'm off to go get a smoothie. See ya."
Well this is just the beginning, but I think this could be a really interesting story if you guys want to give it a chance :D
Oh, and if you're into Harry Potter, I'm also currently writing All is Well, so you can check that out too. Thanks.
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