Cindi wanted to talk

Cindi stopped him on the way out of the class. "We need to talk."

"You know those are the four words guys hate to hear more than any other."

She giggled. "It's not like that, stupid. It's Natasha and Tanya."

"What about them."

"They aren't appreciative. They've been talking about a party and they haven't invited me. I thought we were working things so they would include me... and you of course. But they're just their normal 'I'm entitled to the worship you give me so why should I be grateful' selves.

She had a point. Not to mention he didn't feel like he was even one step closer to getting into their panties which, from his perspective was a lot more important than Cindi getting invited to their silly parties.

"They're harder cases than I thought," he admitted, thinking hard. "And yeah, that entitlement thing is strong. We need to let them see us together out of class. Maybe with some PDA if you know what I mean. Make sure they understand that you're not just desirable as a lab partner but as a woman."

"Yeah, like anyone would believe that. Now if it was my sister Pam."

"Negative self-talk is not going to help here, Cindi. Now come on. We'll talk about this later. Right now I'm running late for my Trig class."