Invariably A Slacker

We had gotten to the library and their laptops were on the desk. They were chatting away, shooting the breeze. And of course, I was sitting silently in my chair staring at them. I was thinking about how to organize it, what we would say, and how it would all fall together. Our presentation was due in less than a week and we hadn’t begun. I quickly realized that their Facebook statuses were far more important than our project. In an attempt to get them off Facebook and onto Marine Biology I asked them how their grades where. A sneaky silence pervaded the room. They looked at me with a bit of fear in their eyes. Then, they scrambled to log on to our online course classroom and check.
“Oh my god, I have a point six,” one cried in fear.
“Well you still have the final and some make up work, right?” I asked.
“But even if I did that, I couldn’t get up to passing. Oh my god,” I can really only handle so many oh my god’s in a short time frame. “I have to drop this class or I’m gonna fail.”
“You should just talk to Woody first, I’m sure you can work it out.”
“No, oh my god I’m going to fail.”
Like that, her bag appeared from behind her chair. She picked it up and began putting her laptop away. She started laughing. With a smile that I took to mean, “Well the presentation's your guys’ problem now!” She stood up, shrugged her shoulders, and left.
“See ya guys 'round.”
I sat in my chair and stared out the window. I glanced at my other partner; she was as silently pissed off as me.

-DS