Studying

"We are making progress" says Amy. You look at her with disbelief. You are sitting here for two hours and you manage to solve one task. Only one. This is hopeless.

"Amy I can't go on like that" you answer her.

"What do you mean?" she asks.

"I'm tired, I look like a fucking zombie and I can't get this shit into my head and I'm horny and I..." you stop yourself, but that's too late. You said that.

"OK and what do you want me to do about it?" she asks with a smile. Why is she keep smiling?

"I want you to stop!" you scream at her "you can't...I can't sleep. I can't..."

"You aren't making much sense, Emily" she points out "I understand that admitting truth to yourself is hard and that you couldn't sleep thinking about me. But you need to learn to pass the test."

"No!" you protest.

"Emily, you are behaving like a brat" she sighs.

"Don't talk to me like that!" you know that you are showing that she is right, but you can't stop yourself.

"OK" she says and stands up from your desk "come here" she adds sitting on your bed.

After a moment of hesitation you do exactly that.

"Emily" she touches your arm "I understand that last few days were hard. But talk to me, what exactly is the problem?"

You think you know the answer. The problem is that she **** you into a relationship, she is practically blackmailing you to be with her and that she's a terrible person and that...but instead you say something totally different.

"Last night...it was so weird...I couldn't...I never felt something like that..."

Amy's face expression softens a little and then she asks you the craziest question ever.