Exam week

Monday:

The dreaded exam week has finally arrived. The autumn/winter semester is finally coming to a close. As if university and studying weren’t hard enough, the desire to cozy up in thick blankets and nap in the comforting warmth is too often an irresistible temptation for many students.

When mixing that with having almost constant sex with a hot girlfriend and an ever-increasing roster of women that seem to be utterly obsessed with Erik, well it was a recipe for study disaster.

Were it not for one of those women literally being a professor and a personal tutor, who, as we know, in addition to the ‘extracurriculars’ — insisted that Erik learn how to study and develop good techniques.

Erik should’ve hidden his surprise better when Vi and he partook in practice exams and Erik actually scored better on the mock result.

“HOW!?’ Vi was astounded as they revealed each other's scores.

“HA! I’M A GENIUS! Wait. Don’t sound so surprised!”

“YOU SOUND MORE SURPRISED THAN I DO!” She laughed. “You know that means I’m locking in for the next 2 weeks.”

“Of course. I don’t want to disrupt the status quo either.” Erik chuckled.

...

Erik sighs, rubbing his eyes as his alarm blared on the bedside table. “This is going to be a long fucking week.”

Made worse still, Erik and Vi agreed not to hang out at any point to focus on their studies. His heart and nether regions both left disappointed.

…

Erik returns home from campus, not one to usually stay more than necessary, he decides to act like a sheep today and following the conclusion of his exam, stays late at the library, not to flirt, not to hang out, but to study… Like a nerd.

Is he now using that as an excuse to not do anything at home and indulge in some ‘brain unwinding’ time through the medium of video games?

Yes. Yes, he is.

Erik presses pause, picking up his phone.

A selfish part of Erik is glad that Heidi still hasn’t been asked out by that new man of hers.

Tuesday:

Erik grabs his buzzing phone off the library table.

Wednesday:

Mrs Revers gives him a sly smile as he approaches her. She stands just outside her office, greeting the students as they walk past her, giving them all her best wishes for the exam.

“Mr Doe.” She says, smoothing her jacket down over her midriff.

Erik looks around and grins. “Mrs Revers. Just the motivation I needed.”

She chuckles, her eyes narrowing teasingly. “Oh? Implying that the sessions we’ve been having aren’t enough? You still need motivation?”

Erik chuckles. “You got me there.” He says after a moment, trying to think of something smart to say.

Amelia leans in and whispers. “Best of Luck, Erik. You know how I like to reward good boys.”

She smiles as she nods for him to move along.

Thursday:
It would’ve been nice to see Vi tonight or even tomorrow at some point, but unfortunately, while Erik’s final exam for the semester has come and gone, Vi still has one more tomorrow afternoon. So instead, Erik has to sit at home, wallowing in his own boredom. He’s a bit lost on what to do with himself, not used to having free time, and the creative endeavours he takes part in, mainly drawing, are usually done as a way to avoid uni responsibilities.

Friday:

Vi steps out of the exam room, overjoyed to finally get to see Erik, it’s been. A. Long. Week. She walks through the campus, looking around with a soft smile on her face. As she usually does, she gets a few sneaky glances from several men, fans of her modelling… her former modelling.

Her smile turns sad, pausing to sit on a bench. Sliding a piece of her fringe behind her ears. She pulls her phone out, opening her emails, the last comm from Blake puts a fresh wave of sadness straight into her soul.

She sighs, a rueful smile on her face again. She still doesn’t know what to do, she’s not going back to Blake, that’s for sure. But what is she going to do… She loved the modelling so much… She loved the way it made her feel. She sighs again. No follow-up from Blake after not replying to his last email, she supposes that’s not a surprise, models that are only getting offered retail jobs are probably not worth keeping up with.

She opens her browser on her phone.

“Fans Lagneia, huh?” She says, opening the website.

“SFW, NSFW, gaming, customs… All just model-based, huh?”

She scrolls through the ‘About us’ section of the website.

“You control your content and limits…”

Her fingers hover over the ‘sign up’ button.

“I mean… There’s no harm in trying, right?”