“Very well,” Ms. Caldwell said writing down their names before walking over to another group.

“What the hell,” Spencer growled trying to rip her hand from the Martian’s strong grip to no avail. “Would you let go of my damn hand please?”

“Oh, I am sorry,” Ashley said releasing the blonde’s hand. It had felt so nice holding Spencer’s hand. It was so soft and warm and …

“You didn’t even let me have a say in this whole partner thing,” Spencer growled angrily as she crossed her arms over her chest.

“Well I had just assumed that you would want to be partners,” Ashley said with a shrug.

“Well you assumed wrong,” the blonde snapped. “God, this project is going to take hours to do which means we will have to spend hours together …”

Spencer went on to say some more things but Ashley wasn’t paying attention. The Martian was getting … turned on rather.

Angry Spencer was sort of sexy to watch. The little frown that appeared on the blonde’s face, the tapping of her toe, the whole don’t fuck with me look was really working for the … hey! That wet feeling was happening in her pants again! What the fuck!

“… So, in that case I’m going to talk to the teacher and see if she could switch me partners,” Spencer announced.

“What,” the Martain asked confused. She had only tuned in to hear the last of the blonde’s speech.

Spencer scoffed,” You didn’t even listen to me! There’s no way you’re going to be my partner in this if there’s a lack of communication.”

The blonde stomped over to the teacher, “Ms. Caldwell I would like to change partners please.”

“I’m sorry Spencer you can’t do that.”

Spencer’s jaw dropped, “What! Why not?”

“Because the picking of the partner is final,” Ms. Caldwell explained. “There is no changing or rearranging of the partners.”

“But …”

“There are no buts my dear,” the teacher said. “Don’t worry Spencer; I’m sure Ashley will make a marvelous partner.”

Spencer looked back over to Ashley just in time to see the brunette sniffing a microphone.

“Yes what a marvelous partner,” the blonde muttered sarcastically.

Dinner time at the Carlins

“So,” Paula said starting the dinner conversation. “How was everyone’s day?”