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Alex: Ha. Cocky. I like it.

Narrator: The ball launches off his racket. Both of you seem to be running on pure adrenaline. Damn! He's on fire today. You do your best to keep up. As hard as you play, Alex plays harder. It's like you both ate testosterone for breakfast. You have each other hurling and diving your bodies after the ball. You've never played like this, your life on the line. You're not sure what's gotten into you. The bragging rights of beating your professor? Pent-up sexual frustration? Actually, you know the answer. You need to show him you're an equal. Not just some kid who happens to be his student.

Before you know it, the score is tied. The room is full of the sounds of ragged breathing, the rubbery bounces of the ball and the sound of sneakers squeaking against the floor. You glance over at Alex. He's panting as hard as you are. You notice the sweat pouring off of his body.

Adam: (thinking) Good. At least I've got him working.

Narrator: Alex lunges for a low shot. The ball ricochets over to you. It's an awkward shot, and you'll be facing the ball at an odd angle, but you swing undaunted. Completely missing the ball. And smashing your racket right into Alex's side. The room echos with the whooshing and thud of your graphite racket smashing flesh and bone.

Adam: OH SHIT!

Narrator: Alex doubles over, nearly dropping to one knee, gasping. Clutching one side, he shoves open the door and stumbles out of the room.

Alex: ...

Adam: Should I call an ambulance?!

Alex: Nah, it's probably just my kidney. At least I have another one, right?

Adam: Oh fuck!

Alex: Heh. No, no...hunnnh. Just one sec...I'm fine, Adam. Uh. God. I'm, uh, okay. I think. It's just my spleen, one of my lesser organs.

Adam: I'm calling an ambulance right now!

Alex: Adam, I'm kidding, really. I'm...*groan*...okay. But I'm afraid I'm going to have to throw in the towel today.

Narrator: Alex begins limping away towards the locker room. Every step inflicts his body with new pain. You follow helplessly, convinced that you've permanently maimed your professor.

Adam: I'm so sorry. My competitive drive just went haywire there. I didn't think I was going to take you out that way.

Alex: Your unconventional tactics certainly took me out by surprise, Adam.

Narrator: He starts to chuckle, but is stopped abruptly as if he had been stabbed.

Alex: I suppose I could assess the damage. The rumor's been going around that I'm some kind of anatomy expert or something.

Narrator: With a pained groan, Alex pulls off his shirt.



Narrator: On the other hand, it doesn't hurt to look at him at all.

Alex: See how red it is? Some capularies were ruptured and now the blood, with no place to drain, is turning the area to this color.

Adam: Uh huh.

Alex: I haven't seen one like this in a while. Adam, do you remember the medical term for a bruise? We covered that in our last lecture.

Narrator: Your brain feels like somebody hit the pause button. You can barely stutter a response, much less process a question.



It's amusing how adorkable Adam gets in this game.
 
Let's impress him, give the answer (which is contusion if it asks us that)
 
Give him the answer.
 
Since the game asks for the answer that you have to type down, I looked it up and am going with the right answer (contusion).

Alex: That would be correct. I should give you an 'A' for responding under pressure.

Adam: (thinking) Whew. (talking) I thought crippling your professor was an automatic 'F' in some schools.

Alex: Oh, I see now. It's all about your grades. I feel so cheap. I'm just a walking grade distrobution machine to you guys.

Adam: (smiles back)...

He shoots you a look that makes your heart race. Then opens his mouth to say something, then doubles over, grimacing. You instinctively lean towards him, placing your hand against his back, another on his arm. You don't know who moves first.



Your hand slides down his rippled stomach. You feel his hands running down your back. He leans in- then suddenly, he leaps back away from you.

Alex: Sorry Adam. This is definitely a mistake.

Narrator: Before you can react, he hastily grabs his shirt and storms off. You stand there stunned.

Voice: Hey! Hey you!

Narrator: You nearly jump out of your skin.

Voice: The girls' locker room is that way.

NArrator: You freeze and your stomach lurches in fear.

Voice: Are you taking photos here? What the fuck?!

Narrator: You're stricken with alarm, it takes a moment to gather your wits and realize that you're not the one being yelled at.



Redhead: I was looking for some hand sanitizer.

Narrator: Before you can say anything, she runs off.

Voice: Did you see that chick? I think that little pervert was taking pictures with her phone. Aw shit, and I didn't even trim.

Narrator: Distraught, you quickly grab your things and head home. Back in your apartment, you feel a growing sense of paranoia. You think about reporting the girl in the locker room, but to who? And what would be the point? For one thing, you'd have to explain why you were with your shirtless professor. Whew, you finally got some down time this weekend. In the terms of your studies, you're doing average. You and Penny get along well these days. Recently, you and Ian are getting along great. And finally, you got $260 in savings.

 
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Sorry I haven't responded sooner. I'm on vacation with my fiance and his family (along with my folks). And it's been full of stuff to do. Anyway, let's fly that kite.





Narrator: Your relationship with your roommates has improved.

Monday...

Narrator: Looks like a busy week up ahead. You've got an oral presentation up ahead. Before long, it's time for your next anatomy lecture. Your stomach's in ropes. You vaguely notice Alex lecturing about the digestive system.

Alex: Bla, bla, bla.

Narration: You can feel your IQ slowly dropping. All you can think about is what happened in the locker room yesterday. You realize you're going to have to get some extra studying done to overcome these distractions.

90 minutes later...

Alex: Adam! Have a moment?

Adam: Uh, yeah, sure.

Alex: Great, let's head over to my office. (at this office) I really wanted to talk to you about Saturday, Adam.

Narrator: Your heart starts to pound. Alex lets out a deep sigh.

Alex: I did a lot of mulling over. The fault is mine and I accept full responsibility. I shouldn't have let it get to tht point. I just can't tell you how disappointed I am with myself. If I've lead to on in anyway, Adam. I'm sorry. I want to clarify. Nothing can happen between us. Not now, not ever.

Narrator: You feel a weight drop down between the both of you. Like a giant boulder crushing your dreams.

Adam: Oh, I see.

Since photobucket is under maintance, I'll give you the three choices: "I understand.", "I thought we had something more." or "No one has to know."
 
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Sorry I haven't responded sooner. I'm on vacation with my fiance and his family (along with my folks). And it's been full of stuff to do. Anyway, let's fly that kite.





Narrator: Your relationship with your roommates has improved.

Monday...

Narrator: Looks like a busy week up ahead. You've got an oral presentation up ahead. Before long, it's time for your next anatomy lecture. Your stomach's in ropes. You vaguely notice Alex lecturing about the digestive system.

Alex: Bla, bla, bla.

Narration: You can feel your IQ slowly dropping. All you can think about is what happened in the locker room yesterday. You realize you're going to have to get some extra studying done to overcome these distractions.

90 minutes later...

Alex: Adam! Have a moment?

Adam: Uh, yeah, sure.

Alex: Great, let's head over to my office. (at this office) I really wanted to talk to you about Saturday, Adam.

Narrator: Your heart starts to pound. Alex lets out a deep sigh.

Alex: I did a lot of mulling over. The fault is mine and I accept full responsibility. I shouldn't have let it get to tht point. I just can't tell you how disappointed I am with myself. If I've lead to on in anyway, Adam. I'm sorry. I want to clarify. Nothing can happen between us. Not now, not ever.

Narrator: You feel a weight drop down between the both of you. Like a giant boulder crushing your dreams.

Adam: Oh, I see.

Since photobucket is under maintance, I'll give you the three choices: "I understand.", "I thought we had something more." or "No one has to know."
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I thought we had something more....lets invoke the full Soap-Opera right here.
 
Alex: That's irrelevant, Adam. I'm here to teach. A tryst with a student - it's a huge risk I'm taking.

Adam: "A tryst with a student?" Ouch. Look, I know I'm just a stupid kid, and it's not like I mean anything more to you than that. But-

Alex: I didn't mean it in that way, Adam. And you are just not 'some stupid kid'. I'm sorry. What I'm trying to say is, no matter how I may feel about you in private, I can't let it change my commitment to my job.

Adam: Yeah. I see that. It's been educational.

Narrator: You reach for the door. You jerk back as the door suddenly opens on its own.



Other man: The door was halfway open. I thought it was open office hours.

Alex: What do you need, Graham?

Graham: I'm proposing a faculty meeting at the end of this month to, ahem, review Orlin's policies with regards to the faculty's code of conduct.

Alex: Code of conduct?

Graham: The ethical standards we, as professors, purport to uphold throughout our careers at this fine institution. And there's something else I want to discuss with you as well.

Alex: Adam, excuse me, but I need to speak with Graham in private.

Adam: Sure, I was just leaving. (thinking) Holy shit, what was that about?

Tuesday...

Adam: (thinking) God, so much to do tonight. With this exam coming up... (that booming sound returns and Adam rolls his eyes) ...

Narrator: You hear your roommates call you from the living room.

Adam: Why are you guys giving me that look?

Penny: We're not sure what you did, but you were able to get our not-so-considerate neighbor to cooperate last time. I think you should go up there.

Adam: So you guys are saying it's on me. Again.

Ian: Pretty much.

 
Head over to Jed's. Things aren't going so well with Alex, let's check our fallback guy.
 
Rin said:
Head over to Jed's. Things aren't going so well with Alex, let's check our fallback guy.
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+1 to that. Lets see how our reserve hole is goin.
 
Jed: Holy shit. So you decided to come by after all.

Narrator: You lean towards Jed and speak softly.

Adam: I came by last Tuesday.

Jed: Oh, did you?

Adam: Where were you? This belligerent girl answered the door.

Jed: Oh, that's my sister. She had the night off. She tends a bar down town. Her schedule is kinda crazy.

Adam: Well, she's kinda crazy! She flipped out on me!

Jed: What did you do? Show up in a jockstrap or something?

Adam: I had a, well, never mind that. She was so close to calling the cops on me. Anyway, I came here to tell you to turn down noise, whatever that is.

Jed: Ah, come on, man. It's not even midnight.

Adam: Cutoff is way earlier than midnight! I've got an exam tomorrow. At this point, it doesn't even matter. That music is deafening.

Jed: You know, Sparky, you sound pretty stressed out. Maybe Sparky Jr. could use a little attention.

Adam: My dick has all the attention it needs now!



Jed: Hey sis! Adam, this is Sylvia. Sylvia, this is-

Sylvia: I should've guessed this weirdo was one of your fuck buddies! Jed, we need to talk, now!

Narrator: Jed gives you a wink as he walks back into the apartment.

Jed: Later, champ.

Sylvia: ...So you figured out how to walk without an erection? Good job.

Narrator: The door slams in your face. It's quiet for the rest for the rest of the night. You do your best to study despite your frazzled nerves.

Wednesday...

Narrator: As you start to wonder why Penny hasn't met up with you for lunch, you realized you have an unread text.

Penny: Meet me at JoJo's after class. Ian says they have extra sandwiches!

Narrator: You head out, anxious and afraid of what may or may not develop. The cafe awaits-the promise of free sandwiches singing a siren's song for your collegiate budget. You're unable to fully focus on your free meal awaiting as you remember the menacing look in Graham's eyes.

Penny: Geez, Adam, took you long enough.

Ian: What's going on, dude? You look stressed out.

 
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