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

in a little closer, nodding her head toward the

seems to stare at you, and I

despite myself and I nearly

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

so. Maybe it was just because

I know-

a knowing look before returning to her friends and seemingly sharing the news. A moment later, a chorus of soft giggles and mutters reached my ears. I looked over at Tina with wide Tina grinned. "Ooh,

I groaned, showing her

a secret romance. It'd be so sexy, just like in all those books I

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

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

besides, it was late in the afternoon on a Friday. After this class it would officially be the weekend, and I was

clutching my clipboard to my chest, I

needs weight. If it's not draping, try

student, however, caught my eye: a young Heta with a

struggling with a

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

see that Edwin was currently busy with another student. He met my gaze and

"What's wrong?" I asked.

wary look and shrugged as he continued to try and force the fabric into the right position. "It's not working. I

eyed the fabric for a

mannequin. "If you just move the fabric a little further

help, not yours!" the student growled as he smacked my hand

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