Leo's POV

"Jemma, why are you ignoring me?" I ask with a hurt voice. She's been doing this ever since I had that sex dream about her.

"I am not, I'm just thinking," She says not looking at me.

"About our experiment? Because I have some new theories about that."

"No, not about that. I'm thinking about my date tonight."

I am dumbfounded. Date? Who could she have met? We're together all the time. "Um, that's cool… What's his name?"

"It's Jake Thomas from 2nd period. He asked me out that day you weren't there. When you had your um problem," She giggled.

I look down, thanks penis you really blew it this time. "Jake? I never thought of him as your type."

"And what would my type be exactly?" She sneers.

"Cute curly haired engineers," I say under my breath.

"What was that Fitz?"

I laugh, "Oh, nothing. Well that's good 'cause I have a date too." What do you mean you have a date you idiot! How will I live that one up?

"Oh, that's… nice Fitz. What's her name?" Jemma asks with eyebrows raised.

I panic. I look around the room frantically… wait don't do that this isn't a sitcom. "You don't know her," nice save man.

"Sure. Well, have fun. I have to go." Jemma says sarcastically.

Shit, she knows I'm lying. Damn that woman and all she knows about me. I have to find a girl that will date me. Oh! Maybe I should make an experiment out of this. See how many girls would date me. That would really show Jemma. But what would be my independent variable? Wait, what am I doing? Just find a girl!

I look over and see Jamie Richardson. Perfect.

"Hey Jamie!"

She doesn't even look up from her clipboard. "Leopold Fitz. What do you need?"

"Um, Will you go out on a date with me? Preferably tonight."

"Hm, I guess I could use this as experience when I'm on the field. Be in front of my dorm at 8pm sharp. We shall discuss the probability of coitus later in the night. But I will need a full report on your past relations and any diseases you have or have had."

"Oh, I've never- I don't…" This woman is a nightmare.

She looks up from her clipboard, "You are dismissed."

This should be lovely.