Rat of a Classmate(Woman to Rat)
Rachel looked to Erica, a bemused look on her face. “Sorry, would you care to repeat that?” The brunette flicked her head, sending a few locks of her hair over a shoulder. She locked her bright blue eyes with the dull browns of her friend’s eyes.
“I said: I know you switched our reports for that class, you dirty rat. And now I’m stuck with a C.” Erica was as upset as Rachel had ever seen her, which in a way was cute. Rachel wasn’t particularly tall, but even she dwarfed the petite Asian. Seeing her upset was in many ways like seeing a child throw a tantrum.
“And? I told you I needed a perfect score to pass this course, and you were so busy with that dumb spelling class of yours that you couldn’t even offer me any help.” Chuckled Rachel, her light eyes glinting with mirth. “I mean… What’s even the point of learning to spell in the twenty-first century? We have phones.”