Page 15 of How to Win the Girl

A loud sigh.

“Thirty more minutes.” The response is faint because she doesn’t bother turning around.

Thirty more minutes.

Ugh.

Fuck.

My leg bounces nervously. Fidgety.

She turns. “Would you stop?”Moreglares.Moredaggers.

“Stop what?”

“Oh my god, are you that obtuse? Stop moving your leg. It’s hitting the back of my chair and making it vibrate. I’m trying to concentrate.”

“Obtuse?” She’s using big words, and I don’t like it. Not when I’m tempted to google the definition.

“Yes. Are you that clueless?”

I roll my eyes. “My bouncin’ leg is making yourchairvibrate?” My voice is deep and low ’cause I at least have the couth to keep it quiet. “That makes no sense.”

Ridiculous.

“Well, I canfeel it. That’s the point.”

“Well, I’m a big boy. I can’t help it if you feel my knee hittin’ the back of your chair.”

The young woman’s nostrils flare. “I’ve literally missed five minutes of his lecture, no thanks to you.” She flops around to face the front.

“Pfft.” I snort. “As if he’s got anything important to say. All he’s doin’ is braggin about himself.”

My eyes leave the back of her head and stray toward the stage, where Professor McEgoPants is boasting on and on. Something about, “…the evolving media, changing every single day, which is why chapter fourteen of the textbook isn’t the same as it was the last school year…”

The dude has a serious ego problem. He hasn’t taught a single thing, rather has spent the duration of the time promoting the latest edition of his book, which students are forced to buy.

That he wrote, in case you missed it.

That they have to buy.

Dude, I have no idea why Drew needs this class, but he needs to drop it, stat. This is painful and little Miss “I want to hear what the douchebag is saying” only makes it worse.

Sue me for having a wobbly leg.

I sigh.

Loudly.

She glances over her shoulder but doesn’t have anything to say.

“Oh, I’m sorry, was I sighing too loud?” I sigh. “It’s not a crime.”

The girl adjusts herself in her chair, making her irritation known.

I check my watch; ten more minutes.

Dang, the time flew while I wasn’t having fun, thanks to ball cap and her entertaining huffing and puffing in my direction.

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