Let Olive help you CRAM.

You don't exactly trust Olive, but you do feel like you understand her, and so you don't have to trust her as long as you can trust her to be Olive. She's just a shy slut like you, embarrassed of her urges and hoping to find a pervy playmate. Unlike you, she can rely on her alluring eyes to convince people to be her friends, but if she's trolling Seduction 101 as a senior, then she must have run out of suckers to suck in. You aren't planning on being the first to fall all the way for her tricks, but you are horny enough and need the notes enough to let her think she can fool you.

"Sure. You can help fix YOUR mistake, but don't forget, I've got a lamia for a roomie that would pop your head like a pimple and a valkillrie as a guardian demon watching over me, so don't try anything too funny." You hate to toss your weight around, especially since it's not yours to carry, but Olive's eyes go from dark and swirly to lighter and scared. You'd prefer her to be at ease and not trying to entangle you in her clutches, but until you are sure you're safe from the former, you would rather she suffer than you.

"S-s-sure thing! No reason to sick Lolly on me. She's had it out for me since I tried to...help her." Olive trails off as she leads you out of class and towards her dorm, and you suspect there is more to that story than she's sharing. "As for Karin..." Olive continues caustically before spying the self same savior patrolling the halls and whispering cryptically, "Just watch what you say around her." Her tone is more terrified than threatening, which actually makes you wonder if you've been too trusting of the gorgeous guardian, but you remind yourself that Olive is a regular rule breaker and has reason to dislike the unholy hall monitors.

You make your way to her dorm without another word spoken between you. You feel a little sorry for Olive as she has pulled her legs in close and is slouching down so low you worry he might hit her head on the floor, but you still wonder if that isn't just another scheme to get you to let your guard down. You hate to be so suspicious. You've always tried to see the best in people, but this is Hell after all, and even on Earth you rarely found a person that could live up to your lofty ambitions of them.

"Here we are. I'll let you copy the notes then you can head out or whatever." Olive sloughs inside, leaving the door open behind her. You close it behind you, noticing that the top bunk is empty and devoid of sheets. You suppose a lot of girls don't want to room with a horny hypnotist. While you don't exactly blame them, you do feel another pang of sympathy for the pretty, plump, purple octogirl. You see her notebook on the desk, opened to the notes for the class, and she is conspicuously curled up in the corner, just waiting for you to finish. As sorry as you feel for her, you still make a bee line for the notebook and bring yours out to copy them as fast as you can.

"Glorp shporp porp porp?! What are these notes?!" You ask out loud as you read gibberish in barely legible handwriting scrawled in thick black ink in a spiral on the page. You try to see if there is some angle that helps you make out a single legible word, but you only get dizzy trying to slowly spin the spiral notebook before you. You toss it down exasperated, on edge, and exhausted beyond belief. You sigh sullenly, "Why can't you just be honest with me, Olive? If you just scribbled all through class, you could have saved me a lot of time."

Your sour surliness slips away as Olive falls to the floor on two bended legs and throws the rest at your feet, bawling and begging, "Bwaaaaa! I'm sorryyyyyyyy! I write in octongue! It's a spiral cipher so no one reads our diaries. I shoulda told you I would have to translate it for you, but I was worried you'd be mad. Please, if you let me make it up to you and translate it, I promise I won't ask for anything in return!"

You want to believe her, which is why you are sure you can't. Then again, she already has you alone in her room. If she wanted to hypnotize you, she just needs to pin you down and stare deep into your eyes. If you don't get the notes now, you might not get another chance.