Chapter 10 Audrey

The clock read 8:25 as I finally slid into my seat, coffee cup in hand. Tina slid in beside me and dropped her bag on the floor between us with a dull

thud

"Goddess, I hate morning classes," the groaned pathetically, rubbing the dark circles under her eyes. "Don't these professors know that it would be better to hold all the classes later in the day?"

I snorted. "Maybe you wouldn't have any problems waking up if you would stop scrolling on your phone until three in the morning"

"Hey! That is my S.T.T.," she retorted. "I need it or else I'll go crazy."

"STIF

"Special Tina Time!"

Shaking my head with a laugh, I returned my attention to my notebook-it was day three of classes,

s, and time couldn't possibly be moving any slower. But, things seemed to have at least been resolved between me and Edwin, so that was a relief.

Or so I thought.

"Audrey Psst. Audrey."

I lifted

my

her face, Several of her friends were crowded around her, and they were all looking at me expectantly. "What's up?" I

closer, nodding her head toward the podium where Edwin was currently talking

"He always seems to stare at you, and I

myself and I

I sputtered, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, "Oh, that? I don't know. He just said that it

so. Maybe it was

I know-

moment later, a chorus of soft giggles and mutters reached my ears. I looked over at Tina with wide Tina grinned. "Ooh, Audrey, he's looking at you now," she cooed, leaning

it," I groaned, showing her away

Maybe you two could have a secret romance. It'd be

mistake. Now that I know him." I shook my head as my gaze fell on Edwin below. "...I would never date him "You're going to be practicing draping today,

assigned mannequins while Edwin and I walked around to instruct them. The room was blissfully

late in the afternoon on a Friday. After this

clutching my clipboard to

say. Or: "Remember that the fabric needs weight. If it's not draping, try

however, caught my eye: a young Heta with

green eyes. He was currently struggling with a strip of linen fabric that wouldn't seem to

he finally groaned when the fabric slipped to the floor in a heap again, clearly frustrating him.

met my gaze and shot me an affirmative

"What's wrong?" I asked.

shrugged as he continued to try and force

pursed my lips and eyed the fabric for a moment before seeing the

reaching for the mannequin. "If you just move the fabric a

the Professor's help, not yours!" the student growled

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