Everyone hated group projects, so why did teachers so stubbornly persist in assigning them? Even in university, one could not escape the dreaded words: ‘find a partner to work with’. That was made infinitely worse when you lacked any classmate companions, and were left to eye unfamiliar faces, trying to remember who had shown even a modicum of intellect in some past lecture.
In the end, Hux had found himself at the teacher’s desk, forced to relay that shameful conundrum of the inability to find a partner. Even so, he had clung to some foolish hope that he would be given leave to work solo. What a joke. A literal joke, actually, for he was instead assigned to work with Solo. Ben Solo, that fucking prick. The boy was almost always late for class...that is, when he bothered to show up at all. Small wonder that he had been avoided like the plague.
And the plague should be knocking at my door any minute now. He thought with mounting dread as he busied himself with some senseless acts of tidying up. Calling Hux’s apartment clean was an understatement, and luckily he had no roommate to threaten that status, aside from a single cat.
Predictably, Ben was half an hour late (honestly, earlier than expected).
“Well, I suppose I should count myself fortunate that
you were able to drag yourself out of bed before noon.
Come in...”
