The Final Frontier
Summary: Life can prove to be really unorthodox when you're partnered with a newly discovered sex addict, a dominating overachiever, a dumbass beyond all recognition, and a muscular wonder without a clue. I, Mitchie Lovell, am about to discover this.
A/N: It was raining like a mofo, and I got really bored. I saw part of the movie and the creative juices started flowing, so to speak. Anyway, this is what I made. Review to let me know what you think… The next chapter should come along soon. I just have to proofread it (though I probably won't...Hey, it's summer! I'm allowed to be a lazy jackass) Anyway, ENJOY! This is just the intro chappie, by the way.
1. anger management
SUNDAY NIGHT
10PM
My head was pounding. The stress was making an unwanted appearance for the tenth time that week. But, despite all of this, I knew I deserved it. I was so idiotic…leaving our huge Chem assignment to the last day. It was fine though, I convinced myself. Even if my partner was not here, I would manage. Even if I saw him slinking into his room with a drop dead gorgeous blonde, I would still manage. I didn't care. I didn't care that he left all the work on my shoulders…that he forgot we were supposed to work on it tonight…that I ordered a pizza and I shoved all of it into my mouth…that he was the reason why I was going to gain a few extra pounds around my midsection. I didn't care one bit.
11PM
I was getting desperate now. I knew only an hour passed, but it was becoming fast apparent that I completely underestimated the communication section of the project. I had dialled up my classmate, Kira, and I learned she had typed a total of eight pages for that section alone. I was so screwed. I sighed, massaging my temples. This was going to be one long night.
"Come to bed, Chi," a voice purred from the other side of the room. It was my roommate, Brooke. "Just hand it in on Tuesday. I am."
"I can't. I already handed in my other project late."
"And yet you still have a 4.0. Come to bed," she urged with impatience. "You're making me nervous."
"Just take a Midol and sleep on it. I'll be in bed before you know it," I replied absentmindedly.
She exhaled loudly, frustration clear in her voice. She shifted her position in bed and drifted to a peaceful sleep. How I envied the bitch.
MONDAY MORNING
12AM
Everything was going surprisingly smooth, but I was still tired. I yearned for a nice slumber like Brooke, but some of us weren't so fortunate. I was slowly starting to dislike this Tyler. Who the hell did he think he was? Dumping this project on me. How dare he lead me to believe he was going to be here, helping me! The nerve. I calmed down. It wasn't like this hadn't happened before. People used to dump projects on me all the time…but this was somewhat different. Those projects were small things I could do in two seconds. This was beyond my—I had to calm down. Freaking out was not going to solve anyone's problem.
1AM
They say that the human species is most truthful at 1AM. I was starting realize the observation was correct because I was starting to become one cocky bastard. The project was just wrapping up and I had to admit; I was pretty damn good. More than good. I was the freaking shit. The communication section was just ending, and I took the moment to scan the project requirements. My mouth hung open, my jaw feeling like a jelly substance. The analysis questions were practically a page long. My eyes burned, and I wanted to throw something at the wall, but I was very mindful of my awesome roommate. I slumped back in my chair, the gravity of the situation finally making its hard impact on my otherwise newly discovered ego. I couldn't believe it. I, the nerd of Spencer, was actually angry. Tyler was off sexing some hot blonde and I was stuck sitting here doing our chemistry project. Alone. I was going to castrate that bastard.
2AM
The analysis questions were half-finished and I couldn't have been more pissed off. It seemed the more I wrote, my hatred for Tyler Simms increased tenfold. But, I couldn't be completely angry. If I had started this a long time ago by myself, I wouldn't have felt this way. I would have been perfectly content with my life. Instead, I was doing a project for one of the sons of Ipswich…They had it all, didn't they? The looks…the grades…the nerds who did their homework for them. I wanted to vomit. I was disgusted with myself mentally…and physically. I couldn't believe I ate a whole pizza.
Note: I don't know if I'll make this a romance. But, if I do, let me know who she should be paired with. Anyway, review, biznatches!
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