oh? a proper date, he says? ( crossed arms, raising an amused brow. )

like every year, she spends the day attempting to ignore the color, noise, and overall joy.

mmhm. ( a smile at the site of his own, leaning forward in a soft kiss. ) take me on a date, then. be all romantic.

luckily, my idea of romantic is different than others. ( wrapping her arms around his shoulders, leaning into him. ) it’ll be fine.

( no, thank you. i will not. )

narrowing her eyes. she was right. there 𝘸𝘢𝘴 something she missed. not that her grade overall will suffer, but. she still grimaces at the D+ as though it had personally offended her.

she's going to have to rethink putting this on her schedule next semester.

i need one of those drinks. a strong one.

i'm not taking that class next year. how in god's name do i miss one question? 𝘰𝘯𝘦? fucking honestly. it's entirely my own fault. i knew i messed up somewhere. i knew i did, and didn't correct it. ( puffing out a breath. ) i need to focus more on science, anyway.

don't.

what, the all C's multiple choice? i don't even understand his logic. ( taking the drink, she downs it a little bit too quickly, and barely even flinches. is this what it feels like? the sting of failure? ) mmhm. right. forget about it.

still seething.

yeah. he said he'd like to do it.

we absolutely heard it.

😇

isn’t that one of connor’s friends? she’ll throw one. out of recognition.

god. penny shows no empathy of friendship, or any at all, as she lines up to the tank. an arched throw, precise, as it hits.

there’s a smirk, arms crossed as she moves to stand next to connor to watch the rest.

wow. he sucks.

she has a small handful of balls, right in the front of connor's tank, with a smirk in place.