"The psychology comprehensive examination is next week. Begin taking notes. Abnormal behavior, including intervention, behavioral neuropsychology. Drugs & behavior cognitive community. Developmental, infancy, childhood, adolescence, adult, and aging diversity of gender. Industrial and organizational personality. Pseudopsychology. Social, including sexual behavior; modification for sustainability. And lastly, the psychology of violence." My psych professor, Mr. Bane ends the quick announcement.

"Is he serious??" I hear a classmate whisper as I rush to write everything down.

"Yes, I am, Dimitri, keep writing."

The student, a typical jock, smirks. "No need, I'm recording Mr. Bane, you talk wayyy too fast, bro."

I rub my temples...half of the shit I didn't remember. My memory is so crappy now. On the paper before me, I only managed to jot down the first three. Great...I'll have to ask Dimitri because I doubt anybody got everything the professor said. The jock head will think I'm hitting on him. That I'm using the exam notes as a pickup line. My eyes search the room's notebooks. Everyone was still writing. Except the football player.

"Class look to your school's team player, maybe he isn't as dull as I thought. But work on your grammar, please. Dismissed." Everyone gathers their things, some huddle around Dimitri like he's a celebrity. "Oh ho ho, what y'all gonna do for me in return?" I leave to the hall. Thank good it's lunch time. My feet begin to head to the cafeteria but my mind fights the decision. Ughhhhh, let me wait on this asshole. Student after student, left out of the room. The hall filled up. Then he exited. "I'll send it to you tonight."

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"Hey?"

Dimitri stops in his tracks. "Hello." He says flirtatiously.

"I need-"

"The audio recording, I know." He grabs my wrist, stroking it. "I can give it to you right now, VIP."

He's my exact height, 5'6 with a few extra pounds, little amount of muscles. Not that good looking to act like a hot shot...that type of guy. "I'm not a prostitute."

"Oh, well, good luck on the exam." He backs off, smugly.

"Fuck bag." I insult him as I walk back into the class. "Mr. Bane."

"Class is over...borrow the audio from Dimitri."

"Come on, you know he's a dick." My professor eyes me. "He's acting like a jerk...is what I meant to say, Dimitri is gonna degrade the girls...maybe even the boys if he's into that. It's 2019, can you just give me a worksheet with the guidelines?"

He stands. "Only because I want you out of my class, I will." He rummages around for a bit, looking between stacks of papers. Until he finds a single worksheet. "Back in my day, we caught everything the teacher said in our notes, this generation attention span is worse than a newborns."

I skip lunch and make twenty five copies for the entire class. With the last five minuets of the period, I grab an orange juice and a burger. Snacking, as I weed out my peers who are in need of notes.

Maya greets me in the dorm. "Hey...so, I just saw Lex."

"I don't care."

"Ugh...yeah you do...so anyway I just saw him in the office asking about about you."

I stop dead in my tracks. "Why are you pausing keep going!"

"Okay, okay, geez...so he was asking about Ms. Joy a student that works for his father's company, Strive Treat...it sounded serious."

"How long ago?" Oh shit...he's here to silence...yes he hates his father, but that's his father. He would be mad that I'm trying to sue his dad. Why else would he be here?