@daphnefml
For a fairly attractive young man, there was a rather hideous look of disgust that Isaac wore on his face as he read who he was paired up to work with for his English Lit project. If possible, his expression became even more sour when he read the bolded and underlined words at the bottom of the page informing students that there would be no switching of partners under any circumstances. The only reassuring thought, which was that at least he wouldn’t have to deal with her until after school, was quickly snuffed out when Professor Cole entered the room and instructed them to sit with their assigned partners. The unpleasant expression still present on his face, he walked moodily to where Daphne was sitting, and slumped down into the chair next to her. “Professor Cole must be the Devil, because this is definitely Hell.” He commented in an undertone, a humorless laugh escaping his throat, before he shook his head. “Actually no, scratch that. This isn’t Hell; it’s worse. I think I’d actually prefer the fire, brimstone, and eternal torture of the soul over this.”
