Author's Notes: So I have ran out of prompts, so from this point on, I will only be adding to this story whenever an idea comes to mind that fits the college theme. If you have an idea, feel free to message me and if I like it, I may write. Anyway, please Read and Review! Enjoy!
Spinelli sat in back-right corner of the science lab with her head being propped up against her left hand. Her right hand held a sharpened pencil that was currently doodling in her journal, of which she was supposed to be taking notes. Sitting next to her, pretending to be listening to the professor's lecture, but in actuality watching her draw with great fascination, was her longtime boyfriend, T.J. Detweiler. Spinelli knew he was watching her, but she paid no heed to it. Sometimes, she actually enjoyed having him watch, because she loved the look of absolute amazement that he would give her as she scribbled across the page. He always had that look whenever he watched her express herself through the arts, rather it is drawing, painting, welding, or even singing. He was definitely her biggest fan. Therefore, the only concern she had about him starring at her was the fact that he was supposed to be the one taking notes for her to read over later. She made a mental note to scold him about it later.
As she continued to get lost in her thoughts, she suddenly became painfully aware of the absence of her lovers gaze. Looking up to see what had stolen his precious attention, anger filled her mind as she saw some blond chick sitting in the table diagonal of her. She was shamefully flirting, with one hand twirling her long, blond locks and the other hand applying a thick coat of lip-gloss on her full, red lips. The attractive women had her eyes locked on the innocent boy that was sitting next to his very irked girlfriend.
"Little tramp!" Spinelli thought angrily as she starred daggers at the blond floosy, who either was too dense to take a hint, or too self-absorbed to care.
She wanted to scream at the girl, to storm over there and introduce her to her good friend, Madam Fist, but instead she tried to talk herself down. "Let her play dirty. Teej is clearly head-over-heels for you. No way he'd buy into the crap she's doing. Besides, she's not even his type." It was true that she was not T.J.'s type. He liked girls who could handle themselves. Girls who could easily hangout with the guys and still rock a mini-skirt. Girls who could stand up for themselves and were always willing to stand up for others. Girls like Spinelli, who was all these things and more. He would never go for some blonde trash that was probably just looking for a trophy to bring to the club and a one-night-stand.
With these thoughts running through her head, she was beginning to calm down and go back to her doodling, but all her logic and reason flew out the door when she saw T.J. send the hot-mess a friendly smile and wave. The blonde-haired woman nearly swooned at the little display of kindness that she no doubt took way out of contexts. T.J. was a good person, and he was always looking for the best in people. Sometimes, however, this caused him to miss the obvious bad intentions of certain people. It was a flaw that often drove Spinelli crazy.
"Spin, you okay?" T.J.'s concerned whisper broke her from her thoughts. She shot the girl another glare before turning her attention to her worried boyfriend.
"Just peachy." She whispered back through clenched teeth. Instead of replying, T.J. reached over and wrapped his hand over her own.
"If you dig your nails into that pencil any further, you'll be stuck with a swig." He told her gently.
It was then she realized that she had been whittling her pencil with her figure nails, a habit of hers whenever she was about to lose it. She let her pencil drop to the table, wrapped her arms across her chest and leaned back into her chair. T.J. watched her with a slight smirk, amused at his girlfriend's childish behavior.
"Now are you going to tell me what's bugging you, or am I going to have to wait until later tonight when you finally explode?" He asked her jokingly.
She didn't reply at first. Instead, she looked back over to the woman who was staring intently at the couple with a smirk on her face. Spinelli felt her blood begin to boil as she realized the little tramp was flirting with a man she knew was taken. T.J. followed her angry gaze. When he saw who was on the receiving end of his girlfriend's fury, he had to suppress a laugh. The idea that Spinelli is jealous is enough to send any person into a fit of laughter. To T.J., Spinelli was the most beautiful, talented, and amazing women on the planet, no, galaxy. There was no way any girl could possibly compare to her. Why couldn't she see that?
"Oh well, guess I better put out this fire, before someone gets burned." He thought. In one quick motion, T.J. leaned over, wrapped his hands around Spinelli's face and gave her the most passionate kiss he could muster. Spinelli was shocked to say the least, but after a few seconds pasted, she instinctively melted into the kiss. Their improvised make-out session was soon interrupted by the obnoxious sound of someone clearing his or her throat. The pair quickly separated, and looked away from each other; both blushing in embarrassment. The source of their interruption, Professor Weber, glared at them from the front of his class.
"Mr. Detweiler, Ms. Spinelli, I know that the process of mitosis can be quite the turn on, but please try to hold your excitement for outside the classroom." The professor scolded, causing the class to burst into laughter. Only three people were not laughing, two of which were too embraced to say anything and one who was too ticked off at being shut down to laugh. As the couple watched the girl turn to her friend to complain, only one thought was on their mind.
"Tender."
