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

toward me with a curious expression on her face, Several of her friends were crowded around her, and they

in a little closer, nodding her head

at you, and I hear that he defended you in the application

and I nearly spat

just said that it was against the rules for that employee to try and refuse me." "You're sure he wasn't playing favorites"

"I don't think so. Maybe it was just because

I know-

I looked over at Tina with wide Tina grinned. "Ooh, Audrey, he's looking at

groaned,

possible," she said. "Besides... Maybe you two could have a secret romance. It'd be so sexy,

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

pictures up on the presentation board and I want you to achieve the same look with various fabrics. I also expect bulleted lists on each fabric, how it works up, and why With that, the students began to work at their assigned mannequins while Edwin and I walked around to instruct them. The room was blissfully quiet and peaceful, save for the occasional remark or conversation I preferred this lower level class over the lecture hall classes; it was more hands-on, less mindless grading and listening to lectures, and

late in the afternoon on a Friday. After this class it would officially be

I meandered through the classroom, clutching my clipboard to my chest, I stopped at various

"Remember that the fabric needs weight. If it's not draping, try giving it more slack to see how

particular student, however, caught my eye: a young Heta with a shock of red

currently struggling with a strip of linen

fabric slipped to the floor in a heap again, clearly frustrating

with another student. He met my gaze and shot me an affirmative nod, and

"What's wrong?" I asked.

try and force the fabric into the right position. "It's not

eyed the fabric for a moment before seeing the root of

you just move the fabric a little further

needed the Professor's help, not yours!" the student growled as he smacked

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