“Not doing it.”

Your assigned partner was BLATANTLY refusing to work. It made your very blood boil. Can’t Martyr just write his name on the paper, at the very least? Ah, well. Looks like the group project rides on you. Again. This was NOT helping the alt-emo culture’s reputation.

“So. Aren’t you gonna reprimand me? Like, talk about my hair or clothes or- What, you jus’ gonna cave?” Martyr’s accent was surfacing again. His breath REEKED of smoke.

“Well, luv?”