" you're the kid who don't listen to a word I say. " ( @theblckheir )
“ I don’t listen to what most professors say, it’s really nothing personal. ”
idle is her retort, fiddling with the tiny golden heart dangling from her neck, Maddy fights the urge to roll her eyes ( she’s really trying, it takes a lot of her not to tell him just how fucking boring and pointless his lectures are ). however, she’s not stupid; she’s doing badly on his class precisely because she doesn’t care about it at all, so she thinks ( knows ), that the best way to fix it is to keep sucking up to him – in any way she can. it’s not even bothersome, he has that kind of silver fox attractiveness she can absolutely dig.
And he does, to a degree, make his lectures dynamic with enough anecdotes to make any history nerd wet their undies ( she just doesn’t like classes that involve too much reading and studying, prefers instead a more hands – on approach on things, and does much better on subjects that allow it ). thus, she can only offer the man a pout of gloss – coated lips, bat synthetic lashes in an attempt to get back on his good side.
“ look, you’re cool and all, but this class is just not my thing. ” voice is honeyed, intending to play the innocent card ( he has heard her speak normally plenty of times, though, he probably knows she’s trying to manipulate him ), and tossing her hair back to keep her bare collarbones in clear view, she adds, “ why do we have to know all these dumb facts nobody cares about? like, doja is not gonna ask me any of this when I become one of her backup dancers. ”
