So Much to Learn by Jessie L. Star

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myself, I glanced sideways at Jack and, as if he could sense my
gaze on him, he turned to look at me. Ever so slightly the corners
of his lips lifted up in a little smile and his warm eyes danced
with amusement.
    Uh oh, there
were those damn tingles again…
    Feeling my
cheeks beginning to burn I quickly got up, well as quickly as you
can get up from a beanbag, and hurried over to the kitchen.
    "Anyone want a
drink?" I called out to give myself an excuse for virtually running
away from the group.
    "Yeah, I'll
give you a hand," Jack said.
    Oh crap! So
much for getting away from him.
    Opening the
fridge, I grabbed a six pack and starting breaking the cans out of
their seals. I popped the tab to drink one myself, but Jack's hand
closed around the can and pulled it away from me gently.
    "What?" I
hissed, annoyed. "I can have a beer; you're not teaching me at the
moment, are you?"
    "Aren't I?" He
said in a low voice grabbing a couple of the other cans. Something
in his tone made me lean back against the counter and, observant
little bastard that he is, he saw the result of his words and
grinned widely.
    "Lesson number
2, Tally," he murmured. "Sometimes no touching is necessary at
all."
    To which I
could only reply, after I had a moment to collect myself, "Yes,
very educational, but not exactly the point."
    He looked
amused and seemed like he was about to say something else when
Micky's voice suddenly intruded upon our little moment.
    "Oi! Stop
whispering over there and bring us the bloody beers!"
    Thank God the
Italian woman had taken off her top again, causing somewhat of a
distraction, because Jack and I looked distinctly guilty. We
quickly rearranged our features into pictures of innocence and
brought the drinks back to the group. It would have been fine if
only we'd thought to remember that naked breasts, on the whole,
only entrance males…

Chapter 5
     
    "Which in
absence of…" Yada, yada, yada…
    I swear, if your job was to present information to students so
they could pass their exams and, hopefully, go out and make a
difference in the world would you deliberately make your lectures
as boring as possible? Well, I wouldn't, but, apparently, this view isn't shared
by my professors. You know that expression 'I can see your lips
moving, but all I'm getting is blah, blah, blah'? Well I never
realised how true that can be until I came to university. Even my
classes at high school weren't this bad because at least then we
were usually given something to do rather than just sitting
there.
    I sighed
heavily and began doodling on the corner of my lecture notes. I say
notes, really it was just a load of gobbledegook that I'd scribbled
down so I wouldn't walk out of the lecture with nothing. Nope, I
would proudly walk out with notes that I wouldn't be able to read
tomorrow, brilliant.
    The guy next to
me appeared to be asleep, lucky sod! As bored and tired as I was I
couldn't imagine just dropping off in the middle of a lecture. This
guy was either really tired or incredibly unselfconscious.
    "In chapter 3
of the Australian Constitution Act 1901, the role of the judicature
is examined…"
    Wow! I actually
heard each word distinctly then! I flipped the pages of my text
book to the part concerning chapter 3 of the Constitution and
looked to see what the lecturer was talking about. Unfortunately my
enthusiasm ended there. My focus drifted off again and I found
myself seeking out the clock, subsequently noticing we only had
fifteen minutes left of the lecture. So why did I know they were
going to be the longest fifteen minutes in history? I sighed again
and propped my chin up with my hands as I gazed, albeit
unfocusedly, at the lecturer.
    "Regarding the
duration of the appointment for a Justice of the Court…"
    There was a
long pause and, as it became awkward, I focussed back on what was
going on. The lecturer appeared to be staring right at me! In panic
I looked down at the book and saw that the passage he was referring
to was at