The Brunette

Choosing between the brunette and the blonde was difficult. Of course in a perfect world, Matt wouldn't have to choose, he could have both. In the real world, that didn't seem likely.

He'd read on one of those pickup artist websites that the way to get a girl was to approach her wingman. Deciding he really wanted the blonde, he approached the brunette. "Hi, I'm Matt."

From her reaction, it seemed she hadn't heard him.

He raised his voice a little in case she was deaf. "So, I'm pretty good in science but I suck at drawing. You look like an artistic soul. So, maybe we'd be a great team."

The brunette slowly turned to the blonde. "My father said that the Hill is getting less exclusive. They're letting anyone in here now. I didn't believe him but I guess he was right."

A part of Matt wanted to rage. But this was just a teenage girl coming from a privileged background. Yeah, there would be a satisfaction in teaching her a lesson but that would have to wait.

He turned and retreated, heading for the Asian girl. "So, looking for a lab partner?"