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gaaaaay2015-09-17 11:58 am
justapearl) wrote in gaaaaay2015-09-17 11:58 am
trash princess adventure
"Take a moment and try to answer the questions at the end of page 39. Remember, differentiating correctly will give you the rate of change. We'll go through the solutions together in a minute."
The professor's droning words float over Pearl in a haze. She shifts in her seat, gripped by the panicked urge to stick her hand down the front of her jeans and make sure they’re not getting stained. Or maybe do other things with her fingers. Either way, in a lecture theatre filled with sixty students, it’s an impossibly humiliating idea. At least there's one person who won't notice, though: in the seat next to her, Amethyst is snoring quietly, face smooshed against one palm, blissfully oblivious to the intricacies of differential equations as well as to Pearl’s current predicament.
The vibe picks that moment to start up again. How on earth can something so quiet create so much...sensation? She presses her thighs together — no, that doesn’t help at all — then parts them slightly again, toes curling in her sneakers. The notes she’s been trying to take, usually so neat and precise, have meandered willy-nilly across the page. There’s a stray line where her hand jerked on the end of a word, marking that point twenty minutes into the class where Rose turned it way up for a moment.
Pearl’s stomach clenches when she pictures how she must look right now: frazzled and flushed, faintly sweaty, hair mussed where she’s been running her fingers through it. She has to pay attention to this lecture; she can’t afford to fall behind, never mind that she read through the entire textbook over the summer in preparation for this class — but she’s so terribly distracted right now.
Giving up on the equations, she leans back in her seat, trying desperately to catch the eye of the girl sitting across the aisle. Rose is looking extremely interested in the slideshow of various graphs projected onscreen, which is unfair and also kind of ridiculous, since as far as Pearl knows, calculus is neither a requirement for Rose's major nor one of her personal interests. Why is she even in this lecture, anyway?
The sticky wetness currently in the process of ruining Pearl's underwear makes the question a rhetorical one, of course.
The professor's droning words float over Pearl in a haze. She shifts in her seat, gripped by the panicked urge to stick her hand down the front of her jeans and make sure they’re not getting stained. Or maybe do other things with her fingers. Either way, in a lecture theatre filled with sixty students, it’s an impossibly humiliating idea. At least there's one person who won't notice, though: in the seat next to her, Amethyst is snoring quietly, face smooshed against one palm, blissfully oblivious to the intricacies of differential equations as well as to Pearl’s current predicament.
The vibe picks that moment to start up again. How on earth can something so quiet create so much...sensation? She presses her thighs together — no, that doesn’t help at all — then parts them slightly again, toes curling in her sneakers. The notes she’s been trying to take, usually so neat and precise, have meandered willy-nilly across the page. There’s a stray line where her hand jerked on the end of a word, marking that point twenty minutes into the class where Rose turned it way up for a moment.
Pearl’s stomach clenches when she pictures how she must look right now: frazzled and flushed, faintly sweaty, hair mussed where she’s been running her fingers through it. She has to pay attention to this lecture; she can’t afford to fall behind, never mind that she read through the entire textbook over the summer in preparation for this class — but she’s so terribly distracted right now.
Giving up on the equations, she leans back in her seat, trying desperately to catch the eye of the girl sitting across the aisle. Rose is looking extremely interested in the slideshow of various graphs projected onscreen, which is unfair and also kind of ridiculous, since as far as Pearl knows, calculus is neither a requirement for Rose's major nor one of her personal interests. Why is she even in this lecture, anyway?
The sticky wetness currently in the process of ruining Pearl's underwear makes the question a rhetorical one, of course.