realize I had a question until now, but I do. "That Alexis guy wrote a book, and... you wrote a book on his book? You wrote a book about a book. How the fuck does that work? Like a book report or what?"
"Yes, something like that," he says, laughing. "A very big book report. You should read it sometime. I bet your girlfriend would love someone she could talk to about it. Show her a different side to that prowess of yours, hm?"
Oh, fuck. This guy is good. I like the way he thinks. If he's this good now, how fucking amazing is his book? Ashley might be on to something here. I need to read it. He has a copy on the front desk, too. My new best friend, Roger, hands me a copy of his book with a wink and a nod.
"You can sit now, Ethan," he says to me. To the rest of the class, he adds, "For anyone else interested, I have plenty of copies of my book, which you can come collect at the end of my lecture. While it's not required reading for this course, it should make an excellent study guide for your textbook, and will make this class much easier to follow."
I take my book and go to sit next to, uh... Brittany, I guess? Except Brittany scoots over into the other seat, forcing me to sit next to a scowling Ashley. She just fucking scowls at me. Keeps fucking scowling at me. I put my backpack down, sit next to her, and then take out my notebook and a pen. I wasn't planning on taking notes before, because, uh... I was kind of planning on texting Ashley since this is just a guest lecture and not even required for the class.
Not sure that's going to work, though. She's still fucking scowling at me!
Roger Telford starts talking about the fascinating journey Alexis de Tocqueville must have gone on during this new age of democracy in the United States. It's pretty interesting, to be honest. I guess I never thought of it that way, but it'd be cool to just travel around the country and talk to people. Not sure I want to talk to people about democracy, but whatever.
I bet that Alexis guy went to bars and shit, too. How fucking easy was it for a French guy with an accent to pick up American girls in a bar? Wait, did they have English accents back then or what? Was it kind of the same as picking up English girls in a bar? This is fucking complicated.
While I'm contemplating writing this question down, I suddenly realize I have a head on my shoulder, and an arm around my arm. It's Ashley. Her head, her arm. She nuzzles against me, but it's not distracting or anything. She's just cuddling over here, cuddly as fuck, listening to the guest lecture.
I don't know how I feel about this. It's kind of the best? I didn't know this was a thing anyone could do. I can still take notes, but I can also be flirty and cuddly as fuck with Ashley? Holy fuck, how amazing is that?
Brittany sneaks a peek over at us and sticks her tongue out at me. She leans over and whispers into my ear. "She's cute. You two are cute together. I approve."
I grin. Then I bend my head down and give Ashley a quick kiss on the forehead. She doesn't try to press it into anything more than that, just kind of sighs, content, and nuzzles against my arm some more. I love it. I'm a little conflicted here, because I'm not sure I should love that, but, uh...
Alright, what usually happens in situations like this, or what I've seen happen in situations like this, is the girl convinces the guy to just make out with her in the middle of class. It's probably easier than you think. If you're sitting off to the side, and you lean down a little, you can do a lot of stuff without anyone really noticing. Obviously straight up sex is out of the question, but...
Let's not talk about that. I know what the fuck I'm talking about, and that's all you need to know.
It's just really fucking distracting, too. How are you supposed to take notes when you're making out with some girl? Except, yeah, making out is a lot more interesting than taking notes.
Ashley is apparently a pro at knowing the exact line
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