Study Group

Study Group

“Nicole, can you pass the ketchup?”

“Sure, Blake.”

“Hey, do you know when our next O3 club meeting is?”

“Thursday,” I replied. “When do you think we’ll get our tests back?”

“Oh, God. Never I hope,” laughed Blake.

“No! I hope we get them back right away!” Nicole insisted. “I mean, though, we all know I’m going to an ‘A’ again.”

“Yeah, too bad for the rest of us.”

“Well, maybe if you and Sam studied as hard as I do, you would get ‘A’s as well.”

“I do study, Nicole. I just don’t have your knack for science. Not all of us can be geniuses ‘Spock’.”

“Woah, the two of you calm down,” I interrupted. “We don’t need to be fighting over something this stupid.”

“Well, you may think science grades are stupid, but they matter to some of us, Sam.”

“I’m not saying they don’t – ”

“Well the both of you sure act like don’t care. I mean, I do all the work in our group projects anyway.”

“Nicole, that’s just not true and you know it.”

“Fine, then on our next project you two can do the work together and call me when you’re done!”

“Nicole! Wait!”

“Dude, did she just bail on us?”

“Looks like we’re on our own this time, Blake.”

“We’re screwed aren’t we?”

“Yup.”

“Do you want to buy her the please-forgive-us present this time or shall I?”

“Split you fifty-fifty.”

“Deal.”