ALICE
I try to read the manga quietly. Iyesha works with her drawings opposite me quietly. From other people's point of view, we're just two friends working on our assignments quietly. I wish it's all that it was. But….
Dang, why do I have to suffer like this? I'm just trying to work on my assignments here. Why do I keep hearing slapping and slurping noise coming out of her head? For thirty minutes straight?!
I sneak a peak from her serious face. Sketching and drafting the scene that keeps playing on her head.
Girl, there's got to be some limit to how much imagination will take you to pornland.
The buzzing phone inside my bag startled me. Is it rat-faced again? I swear, I will jump from my two storey room if it meant I could stay away from his creepy crawling desires and wild imagination about Luke.
I answered without glancing at the caller.
"What is it this time, rat-faced?"
"Rat-faced? Who's that?" the idiot asked on the other line.