3.7
Part 7
My teeth clenched, and eyes narrowed.
Taylor didn't look happy to see the trio at all, honestly she looked terrified.
Was she one of their normal victims?
Didn't matter. I didn't plan on sticking around to participate in whatever game they were playing.
And my unnatural knowledge of normal things offered just the way to do it.
"You know we should just keep discussing our project until next class," I told Taylor getting her attention away from the trio.
I didn't think she got what I meant by that.
Her eyes flicked from me to the trio, back again, "Maybe we should just meet up after class."
Yep, missed it by a mile.
"If you want," I agreed. "However could you at least pretend to talk to me until we get out of here?" I asked her. "People don't like to interrupt others conversations you see. It's impolite of them. And there are a number of unpleasant individuals waiting by the door that I'd rather avoid."
Now she got it. Score one for the blunt approach.
"S-so!" she said after a half second's hesitation, getting up and following me to the door. "You think the best way to present everything is a chart?"
"Yeah, but I'm not sure what would have better impact. A comparative bar graph or combined pie chart? Also what do we focus on, total sales, number of brands, or comics in circulation by percentage in each respective Earth?" I asked as we reached the barricade.
They didn't move.
Well shit.
"Maybe we could mix it up a little," Taylor offered. "Use the pie chart for total numbers," her voice was getting softer, quieter, her eyes flicking to the girls standing in our way.
"Excuse us," I told said female canines, with a clearly forced and exceedingly unpleasant smile.
Unlike Madison they didn't flinch. Hess offering a frowning glower with eyes set to match my expression, and Barns with a polite smile I wouldn't find out of place on some crazy yandere ax murderer, "Actually we were hoping for a moment of your time!"
"I'm afraid we're busy, raincheck?" I asked holding my own fake smile against hers.
"We insist," Hess informed.
You're biting off a lot more then you can chew girls. You should have just let us through.
"You see," Barns, began in a sweet tone of voice looking at Taylor pointedly, "We've been hearing some disturbing rumor-"
"Actually we are rather busy," I said projecting my voice over hers, though it couldn't be heard clearly over her own voice. "So if you would please get out of our way, I'd appreci-."
"Well someone has to speak on poor Taylor's behalf!" she called out matching my volume, as things devolved into a shouting contest. "Taking advantage of such a poor girl? Have you no shame?"
She wanted to take it to that level? She had no idea what she was in for.
My eyes went wide, "Oh! I'm so sorry." My hand reached up and covered the lower half of my face as I gave a half surprised smile, "This really is the funniest mistake. You see, I'm focused on getting good grades. I don't have any interest in girls who just want to spread their legs."
I spat that last bit with the politest and most pointed barb of venom I could. Just to hammer in who it was directed too.
Emma went red, and murder crossed her eyes in a second. If she had a knife there was no doubt in my mind she'd have swung right for my throat.
"You thi-" Emma started right as Mr. Gladly finally decided to intervene.
"Alright! Break it up! Take it outside if you have to," he said to the girls blocking the doorway. Honestly I had no idea what took him so long.
Unfortunately this also had the side effect of letting Ms. Barns cool down enough to actually put some thought into her words. "So you couldn't even get it up huh? Not that I blame you," she said as a parting shot.
I motioned her to let us through.
Hess moved, an approving look to her face.
That... honestly disturbed me more then all of Emma's junior league smear attempts.
Taylor was red in the face as well, but looking more like she wanted to sink into the ground. She rushed out, not quite running, but forcing me to power walk to keep up.
Well... that could have gone worse.