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Another day in the University. Everything's so monotonous. Lenore hated monotonous days. Get up. Make your bed. Brush your teeth. Get dressed. Drive to Uni. Check in and go to the classroom. If only something could change this routine. Bring spark in her life.
The only thing that could fix the day is her friends and time in interest clubs. Attendance at at least one club is mandatory at Nevermore University. She could spend time with her friends and make herself better and stronger. She visited gymnastic club with her two best friends. Duke loves to show off on rings and go to theatre club, while Pluto wasn't really into gymnastics, he just either helped spotting Duke and Lenore or did workouts with them. He also visited ice skating with Duke and Eulalie, exchange student from Japan. Lenore usually is practicing her hand grips for possible competitions or just doing exercises to get her mind cleared.
That is the only part she likes about University. As English was ending, Lenore woke up. Her head shoot up, she looked around as she tried to understand what's happening, where she was and what day it is.
"Mon amie, it's third time this week, and it's Monday." She grumbled as she heard Frenchman giggle at her, "What are you going to do if miss Poppet will ask you something? Snore?" He kept on laughing his ass off at her as she ignored him. First lesson always the sleepiest one, and Poppet tells everything so quietly and softly, practically lulling her students to sleep. It was 5 minute break, so Lenore went to grab some coffee, pulling Duke with her.
"Did she give us any homework?" She finally spoke as she tried to keep herself from falling asleep as she walked to canteen.
"An essay about why literature is important. We should use the information she gave us today, mon amie, so, you're fucked." Duke laughed as he twirled his moustache and Lenore never wanted to rip it out more.
"Shit, it's only the start of semester, can't she wait with her damn essays?" She walked up to vending machine, clicking on large espresso, dumped money in it and leaned on Duke's shoulder.
"Pour l'amour de Dieu, do I look like pillow?" He grumbled but didn't pull away. Pluto walked in sleepily without a sound.
"Get me an americano please." He said from behind of his taller friends, making them jump.
"Zut alors! A little warning next time?" Duke suggested holding his arm to his chest dramatically. Pluto apologised shyly.
"Mon amie, your espresso is ready." He said while looking at it, "Mon amie..?"
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"She really fell asleep on me, damn." Duke stomped angrily with Lenore snoring on his back softly. Pluto grinned at him as he drank his americano.
"What are you smiling for, mon minou? Wanna carry her?" He didn't mind carrying her actually. He was more worried about Lenore not sleeping enough.
"Son père idiot est sûrement la raison pour laquelle elle ne dort pas assez.." Duke mumbled under his breath as they went upstairs to literature seminar.
"You know that I don't know french, right?" Pluto said as he walked beside him.
"Oh, mais bien sûr." He said with a wink continuing speaking French, making Pluto roll his eyes.
"Can't you stop flirting in front of me? I will puke at the sight of you two." Lenore said as she tried to fix her braid.
"Maybe you want to walk using your legs and not my back?!" Duke raised his voice as Lenore settled even more comfortable on his back making Pluto laugh while they argued. They reached the classroom and sat at the furthest from blackboard desk pulling out some notebooks and pens.
"You better not sleep on me again, braid." He grumbled as missus Terry walked in.
"What do you mean, my pillow is here, right Pluto?" Lenore whispered as she grabbed her jacked, folded it and laid her head on it. Pluto did the same.
"Bien sûr, je dois prendre les notes pour vous deux." He said as if he actually did any of them.
"Tu n'es pas obligé. Je peux les emprunter à Morella." Lenore whispered back as she settled on her jacket and closed her eyes. While Pluto's face was covered by hair, hiding it, Lenore was sleeping in open and anyone could easily notice that. That's what missus Terry did.
"Vandernacht, are you sleeping on my seminar again?" Lenore's head rose up as she tried to come up with some excuse. As she opened her mouth, missus Terry interrupted her.
"Don't come up with lies." She said as she was boiling with rage, "Go, sit with Montresor, maybe you'll stop goofing around on my seminars."
Lenore grumbled tiredly, as she picked her things up and went to third desk to sit. He grinned at her as he played with his toothpick. She ignored him and started doing notes. After this she'll definitely go to gym to blow off her steam.
The lesson went relatively fine if only Lenore didn't felt someone's hand on her thigh. She slapped it away as she mumbled "Fuck off." His grin grew even wider. He grabbed it again, this time more confidently and her patience ended. She grabbed his hand and smiled at him softly, then she pushed two of his fingers backwards, till they cracked and he screamed in pain.
"What is wrong with you, Vandernacht?" Missus Terry yelled at her.
"He was grabbing my thigh, I told him to stop, he didn't listen to me!" She yelled back at her.
"Well, he was just hitting on you, can't you be grateful that boys like you?" Annoying teacher tried to console Montresor who was staring at Lenore with anger.
"That is, missus Terry, sexual assault!" She collected her notebook and pen as she stormed out off classroom. Teacher ran after her, "Where do you think you are going?!"
"Anywhere but here." She growled, not stopping to even look at the teacher.
"Well, then visit the deans' office." Terry said while she led Montresor to the infirmary.
"Ah, Godverdomme.." she slowly walked to deans' office, "What a great blasted day."