The Blonde

If he didn't get started babe-hunting, Matt decided, he'd never make any progress.

He walked straight up to the blonde.

She ignored him. No big surprise there. Girls had been ignoring him all of his life.

"The thing is," he said, "I'm good in science but I can't draw worth beans. You look artistic. If you can carry your weight on the drawing side, we might make a pretty good team."

He figured it was a pretty good approach which had the side benefit of being true.

The blonde turned toward him slowly, her nose wrinkled as if she had smelled something terrible. Then she turned to the brunette. "Just for an instant," she said, "it was as if someone was talking to me. Do you have any idea?"

The brunette giggled. "I believe one of the cleaning crew got left behind. Ignore it and it'll go away."

That pissed Matt off but he recognized his mistake. You don't approach the alpha apes until you establish your place in the pecking order. He hadn't done that and that blonde was socially obligated to snub him. A part of him wanted to vow **** but that was silly. She was a high school girl doing high school girl things. If he played things right, eventually he'd have a chance with her but for now, he was wasting his time.

He walked over to the Asian girl. "So," he said, "you looking for a lab partner?"