Lincoln threw his pencil across the room, where the tip splintered as it hit the refrigerator. He let his head fall heavily onto the counter, which produced a rather impressive thunk and a groan of pain. He sat up, rubbing his forehead with one hand and taking his glasses off with the other.
"You can't see without those, genius," Nina said as she came into the room. Lincoln scowled at her, though he did replace his glasses. Nina sat down beside him, looking over his shoulder at the textbook he had open on the table.
"It's statistics," Lincoln told her, his voice sounding as though he had just swallowed something nasty.
"Will I have to take it too?" Nina asked, a disgusted look on her face as well.
"Duh," Lincoln said as he closed the book and pushed it away. "You're already two years ahead in math, so you'll be taking it your junior year." Laughing, he nudged the book towards Nina. "I'm done with stats for now; want to take a peek?"
"No thank you," Nina stood up and walked towards the door. "I'm off to do my own math homework, thank you very much."
"Tell Vanessa I said hello," Lincoln called over his shoulder, knowing that the two girls, who were in the same math class even though Nina was two years younger, always did their homework together.
((Efficiency))