Modern Literature, namely Eric's lecture, was making Felicity bored beyond reason. She leaned on Kevin's shoulder, letting out a soundless yawn in an attempt to unnerve her mate. And it seemed to work for she saw him tense for a split second.
"When is it gonna end?" She whined in a hushed voice.
"Be patient, darling," was Kevin's hushed encouragement.
"Something you'd like to share with the class Miss Donnovan?" Her mate called out in a blasé tone, looking composed.
Felicity straightened up at that. "It's need to know only," was her sarcastic smirk-accompanied reply.
"Is it now?" The lecturer drawled, "Well, you wouldn't mind writing me an 800-word essay on today's lecture, would you?"
Felicity bit on her lower lip to refrain from talking back to him. A split second later, she threw
