Disclaimer: Why do you think Joan is always crying? Because she is emotionally damaged by my twisted mind and what it creates... mwhahaha! No, seriously. But only in this story because otherwise its Barbara Hall's. :sticks tongue out at BH: I'll play with them anytime I want! Lawsuit shmasuit!
A/N: So I lied about "Study Partner" being a one-shot fic, whatddya gonna do, sue me? Please don't because I am a broke college student. Anywho, this is the twisted offspring of my fic mentioned above. I found myself angered with "Friday Night" after writing my fill-in-the-blanks story. So I said screw the storyline, I'm doin' things my way. Story travels miles and miles away from cannon to live in its own little happy place where much more favorable events take place. :ahem: Not gonna give it away. Read at your own risk!
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Judith went up to the front desk to turn in her Physics exam to Mrs. Lieshak. The teacher raised an eyebrow at Judith.
"You look awfully sure of yourself Ms. Montgomery."
"Yeah, well, I studied hard," Judith replied with a smirk.
"You barely ever show up to class," Mrs. Leishak pointed out.
Judith bit her lip and glanced towards the back of the room where Freidman was writing something in his notebook, having already finished his test.
"Freidman helped me study," she admitted quietly so that no one would over hear.
Mrs. Lieshak, who was quite aware of Freidman's obsession with Judith, gave her a knowing smile and took the test from her. Judith went back to her desk, feeling quite flustered.
Ten minutes later the bell rang, and she gathered her stuff and started to leave the class, lost in thought.
"Judith!" Joan called out to her. "Wait up!"
Judith stopped outside the door and waited for everyone to catch up. Everyone... which included Freidman. She gave herself a mental slap. Montgomery, what are you thinking? This is Freidman! You can't actually be considering going through with it. But all that she could think about was what she had said that day, Memorize Hamlet and it's a date. And the fact that he had told her just yesterday that he only had two more pages to go.
"Are you okay? You seem distracted," Joan asked, concerned.
"I'm fine," Judith assured her.
Thank God for Joan's self-absorbedness, or else she probably would have had a harder time getting out of that one. She tried to re-direct her thoughts to planning Joan and Adam's big date that Joan still knew nothing about.