Lucy frowned as Maya, who was sitting directly in front of Cole in study group, recrossed her legs for the tenth time in thirty minutes. She'd flashed him her practically nonexistant underwear more times than Lucy could stand.

Maya stood as Drew asked her what her opinions were for the group semester project, and Maya started pacing around, explaining a few suggestions, and twice she "accidentally" brushed her big, fake breasts against Cole as she was pacing and talking. When she bent down, giving Cole a good eyefull as she pretended to get a diagram, Lucy "accidentally" tipped her coffee over, spilling over her chest, which was mostly uncovered by the tiny shirt, and starting to turn an angry color of red already.

"Oooh, you bitch!"

"Ooops?" Lucy said innocently, handing her a towel.

"Useless klutz..." Maya muttered, looking like she might swing back and take a punch at her.

But, the fist was caught by a deceptively calm Cole, who held it tightly. "Trang... take her to ER. Now." he ordered, and let go.

"But, I-" Maya began, but Cole shot Trang a look, and Trang dragged her off.

Cole looked over at Lucy, and Drew rubbed the back of his neck, suddenly uncomfortable. "Yeah... I'm gonna..." he muttered, walking out quickly.

Lucy twirled her hair around two fingers and Cole's mouth twitched. "You all right there?"

"I..."

Cole tilted his head at her, brushing her hair gently back behind her ear. "That bitch didn't scare you, did she?"

Lucy sighed. "Wasn't scared..." She muttered under her breath.

Cole gave a half smile, using the hand on the back of her neck to close the gap between them, and kissed her forehead. "Course not."

"Sorry..." Lucy sighed, laying her head against his collarbone. "I wasn't very ladylike, was I?"

"You? Nothin' but class all the way, babydoll." Cole smiled, stroking her hair gently. "Besides... it's hot you were jealous."

"I... was... not..." Lucy fumbled.

"Uh-huh, you just wanted to stain cans red for the holidays." Cole smirked.

"Okay, fine, I wanted to take a pin and pop that inflatable bitch and watch her fly across the room." Lucy admitted in a grumble.

Cole kissed the top of her head. "So hot..."

Lucy smiled a bit. "Yeah?"

"Yeah... way. And funny. But, mostly hot." he admitted with a grin.

Lucy looked at him suddenly. "How come you stopped us from fighting, then? If I could take Trang, I could take her." She reminded.

Cole shrugged. "Instinct. You took me off guard with Trang, and he really didn't hit back- because I would have broken his hand." Cole admitted. "And, it was funny, 'cause he's a tool and had it coming, and hot... because I saw my babe could be kind of a badass." he said proudly, kissing her head. "But... look, I can't hit a girl. And, most of the time, chick fights are hot... just... the potential of you getting hurt... I dunno..." Cole fumbled uncomfortably, rubbing the back of his neck, which had gotten hot, flush and itchy all of a sudden.

Lucy grinned, twining her arms around his neck, and kissed him. His arms went to her waist, and he began pulling her towards the table...

Five minutes later, Drew and Denise walked into the room.

"Gah! My eyes!" Denise yelled.

Cole quickly threw his shirt over Lucy, and got up off his knees. "Uh... hey..." he said, holding his hands in front of himself for some semblance of decency.

"We should... go..." Drew said, half dragging Denise out.

"Oh, you are so disinfecting that table when you're done, Aaronson..." Cole could hear Denise shrieking as she was being dragged away...