ProfNigma Stories #9: Learning Curves #3 - Sex Stories

ProfNigma Stories #9: Learning Curves #3

... revealing that she had been writing a chart while everyone was speaking to plot out a timeframe for lunch and dinner so that virtually everyone could eat together for both major meals. "I guess I will just see if Beck lets me know if he wants to come… but his girl-friend is really mean. And not just Jade-mean…" "What's the difference?" Freddie asked, raising an eyebrow to the redhead. "Well," Jade interjected, "My kind of mean is awful and might be life endangering, but there's usually a purpose or a plot, or at least a joke there… with this fucked up gank, she's just a bitch to be a bitch. I hate people who fuck with people just to fuck with them." Hearing all that language was too much for Cat as she got up from the table to dispose of her tray, and was followed closely by Noelle before the others got up to go dump their lunches as well, until only Robbie was left at the table. "No one asked me about my classes…" he sadly said to himself, then silently cursing himself for talking to himself, thus creating a vicious cycle. * * *August 18 11:46 pm UCLA- Pierce Hall Room 114 Freddie Benson couldn't sl*ep. For one thing, he was beyond stressed out about what tomorrow was going to bring as classes began. He had already printed out the schedules and picked up all of his books after lunch, but he still felt like he wasn't ready. The second thing that was going on in his head was the lack of Jade. With Tori uncomfortable in her own room, she had opted, at Jade's offer, to sl*ep in ...

... the bed with Jade. While Freddie's mind played games of what that might look like, it was still a lonely concept, especially with Robbie a few feet away, nearly naked and drooling into his pillow. Unable to fight off the stress any longer, the former tech producer began fooling around on his PearPad and thought he should look up his teacher's ratings on Learn or Spurn. He scrolled through a few names to find some familiar ones. Apparently Calculus with Dr Soriyama was going to be a real nightmare with the professor's thick accent, but there's a lot of curving in the class it seemed, so Freddie figured that was a good trade-off. Truthfully, after reading the reviews, Freddie was looking forward to his Literature class, British Lit with Dr Rydell the most. Apparently this was a really smart and witty teacher who wasn't afraid to push what was acceptable, which was appealing to Freddie, almost as much as sharing the class with his love. Chemistry, he knew he'd have with Cat, and he prayed that she'd be interesting since Dr Kincaid seemed to be a very boring and monotone teacher, and even worse, Freddie couldn't tell if it was a male or female professor. Mass Media, he felt, was going to be a breeze after all the work he did on iCarly and apparently the teacher, Mr Ryan was a really laid back guy with a very loud and intense voice, and he apparently ran the college radio station. By far, the scariest class was the one that he would be sharing with all his friends: World History ...