The uni radio station DJ you'd been thirsting after (very respectfully) is in one of your lecture halls.

God must have a bone to pick with you as well because the final is a partner project. Guess who you were paired with? Richie fucking Tozier. Yep. You are wholly unequipped to be forced into close proximity with the trashmouth. Let alone get yourself to get any work done while you're trying not to laugh too often, or not often enough-you're aiming for a very normal amount of laughter.

Richie's blue eyes meet yours as he boredly taps his notebook with the ass-end of his pencil. "Any ideas for all this?" He asks. "Cause I sure don't." Oh yeah, you're both fucked.