“Mmm-hmm, it’s the only class I’m not struggling with,” she said while getting her notepad and pencil out. “Those types of questions are the ones that make me regret not dropping out of school.”
Arialla wrote down each and every word that Cobie spoke, her smile dropping a tad bit after hearing the words ‘curvy.’ She knew she was anything but that. “Well yeah, my teacher said emotional, physical, and anything else.”
“Really? What class is it? Maybe I could switch one of mine to it.”
Cobie returned her stare into blank space, “Hm. Well, confident girls are hot, but most of them need to be taken down a peg. Good for a lay, not long term, in most cases. A sense of humor is a good thing, but really anyone who can stand my lame material deserves a medal. Smart girls are fun, but when I say that, they also need to be reasonable. I want a deep thinker who isn’t afraid to debate with me, on whether a certain movie was good, or whether I need to stop wearing revealing clothes because I’m taken, yet still be cool with me f I don’t always agree. Nice girls are great as well. I mean nice as in a nice person, not like a good girl. Although, the innocent ones are the most fun to corrupt.” She glanced over at Ari and grinned, brushing a strand of hair away from her face, “But I’m a needy person, so for a girl to be a keeper, I need them to appreciate me. Appreciate my affections, and be affectionate in return. Appreciate what I can give or do, and be just as giving. If you give yourself to me, I’ll give myself to you.” A pause came and Cobie got an uncomfortable look on her face, “Sorry, that was a bit much. You know how I overshare. You should have stopped me.”
