You were once again exhausted by the time you made it to third period Trigonometry. Italian class was so separated from the rest of your classes that you have to jog through half the building just to make before the bell. Nevertheless, you were able to make it alright, and hopefully you would have enough time to finish your Econ assignment before it was due next period.
No lecture from Mr. Bleater today, just a worksheet due tomorrow. You’ll save it for homework tonight and just finish your Economics work. Luckily there wasn’t anything distracting you, so you were able to crunch numbers in peace. That was until you felt a tap on your shoulder from behind you.
“E-excuse me, [Y/N]?” the girl asked. It’s Marcy Blake, one of the cute nerds. She was one of the shorter girls at school, only about five feet tall. Her brown bob cut framed a very brightly blushing face hidden behind oval rimmed glasses. “Sorry if this is a little forward, but… I was wondering if you would like me to join you and your girlfriends’ lunch table? I kinda like you and wanted to join your harem, if that’s okay.” You heard her stomach grumbling and saw her face starting to round out. Her desire to be another girlfriend of yours was going to ruin her waistline, but at the very least you were apparently really into fat chicks, so why fight it?