The two of you have a lot of nerve asking the teacher this evening what could be done about your poor mark on test from last class. You got 10 our of 15, that's not a terrible mark considering the two you cheated during the exam. My friend and I watched you blatenly read answers from your book and speak to each other. So I'm sorry you stupid fuck, you dug you're own grave. Fucking accept the mark you got and shut the fuck up. The alternative is that we expose you as cheaters and you fail the entire class. That's right. Fuck you. Shut your fucking mouth and stop being the annoying bitches that you are and perhaps we'll let you pass the class.
So I get that you don't like me or my friend. Don't worry, we hate you too. You've spent all term talking shit, giving good marks to idiots, and being a general douche about things. Now, with six classes left to go, we somehow have to manage to write two exams and give two presentations. Thanks asshole. Thanks for making the next three weeks of my life hell. Your class evaluation form from me is going to suggest you learn some time management skills and perhaps not flirt with the self-obsessed skank who thinks she's God's gift to this class.
Listen dude, my friend and I obliged when you needed two models for you to take a photo of during your presentation last week. We don't want to be your friend or anything so stop talking to us. Neither one of us gives a shit. Oh and when you were showing us the pictures you took of us, was it really necessary to hold the camera in front of your crotch while zooming in and out on our heads? That was gross you creepy fuck.
To: Cha-Crazy (cuz that's what your last name sounds like)
Your presentation was three times as long as it was supposed to be and boring as fuck. I can't believe you stood in front of the class and spewed a bunch of bullshit for as long as you did and still managed to get a better mark than me. Fuck you.
When we got back to my place after my birthday gathering, it started to become clear to me that you may be interested in more that I'm willing to give you at this point. I'm fine with things the way they are but now I feel like I shouldn't see you at all. Dammit! You're not supposed to like me.
It's my birthday tomorrow (Friday) and I'm not sure if I should have or not but I've mentioned it to you and it looks like you may be attending.
Truthfully I'd prefer you just arrived towards the end so we could have another drink and then go back to my place and fuck. Still, that's all I really want you for. I don't really want you there all night. I'm not babysitting you, so think wisely about when you arrive. It'll be better for both of us.
I've been waiting to do that since the night we bumped into each other in a neighbouring city three months ago. That was exactly what I needed after the week I've just had. While you're probably back at home with your other half, I'm off to bed now to sleep soundly. Thanks for that.
Last night I was dancing away at the club with friends having a great time and then I looked over and thought I was hallucinating! You walked right over to me ... the last person I ever expected to see there.
We kissed.
Me: Hi You: Hi Me: What are you doing here? You: This is my old stomping ground. Why? Am I interrupting something? Me: No. No not at all. I'm just so surprised to see you.
You left to get a drink or something after dancing briefly. I expected you to come back but you didn't. I didn't see you for the rest of the night. You disappeared just as quickly as you appeared. I'm glad that you did though. I'd prefer to keep what we have separate from everything else I have.
