"Gah!" You yelled in surprise, quickly dropping the suit and kicking it under your bed.
She was at you window, apparently she had decided to climb up there even though you were on the second floor. "Sorry, I didn't mean to surprise you. What's going? What were you looking at?"
"Um," you burned through the back of your mind for an excuse. "I was- Um- Looking at, uh, porn."
"...Porn, huh?"
That didn't seem to convince Jenny, she eyed you with suspicion but shrugged. "Well, I guess whatever floats your boat. I'm not here to spy on you anyway, just here to remind you about the project."
"...The project?"
"Oh, come on John. You know this is the project Ms. Pinkerton had been telling us about for months, right? The one that requires a partner and a month of research and is worth almost half of our grade?"
You knew there had something that had been nagging you in the back of your brain this weekend and why you had been so eager to the break. The final project for your biology class this semester had been assign as a coordinated project between you and Jenny. While Jenny had no doubt been working her tail off finding research for your topic, you had been busy trying to forget things during your mom's garage sale hunting.
It being Ms. Pinkerton's class too, you were especially worried. She wasn't exactly the kindest grader when it came to you, mostly because you took it upon your to spend a large portion of your free time on track meets and video games rather than homework. Your study habits had been a long debate between you, her, and your mother. You were on thin ice as it was already with her.
Thankfully Jenny had taken some sort of pity on you and decided to help out with this project by volunteering to be your partner, much to Ms. Pinkerton's disapproval. Jenny had been an excellent student in her class, your teacher didn't want your laziness messing up her grade and neither did you. But she insisted for some reason, making you want to not let her down. But there was just one question on your mind.
"Right, um. Don't get mad at me Jenny, but what was our topic again?"
She groaned and rolled her eyes, giving you a punch in the gut filled with guilt. "Come on John, you know I've been telling you about this for days. We're supposed to be studying..."
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