To help you better imagine the situation, here's a short rundown:
Appearance: Tall, built, short brown hair. Wears fitted v-necks, mostly in dark colors, and designer jeans (today, they're Seven). Possesses the "I'm paying $40k a year to go here, but who gives a shit, I'm taking over my dad's company anyways" attitude of the typical moneyed 'SC kid.
Class attendance: Sporadic. Most likely a senior.
Class participation: Minimal. Pretty sure his most noteworthy moment in class occurred when he fell out of his chair on accident.
Smart phone of choice: Blackberry.
... You get the picture.
So anyways, as I see him approaching me, I'm slightly confused, because while our class is pretty small (20, 25 kids?), he and I have had no previous history of conversation.. or even mutual acknowledgment.
Me: (looking blankly at him)
Him: Hi. Um. Can I.. pay you for your class notes??
Me:
Him: You obviously pay attention and participate more than, like, anyone in this class, and you seem to do all the readings, and I mean, I don't do anything, so I'll pay you for your notes. How much do you want? Whatever sounds reasonable... Thirty bucks?
Me: (thinking how funny it is that he thinks I do the readings) Uhh... I really don't take that great of notes, I mean... they're pretty basic. (they are)
Him: I'm sure they're perfect. (it is quite obvious by this point that this kid is going to epically fail the final without my notes, and I almost feel bad for him.) Does thirty bucks sound good??
Me: Uh... (thinking I could probably jack up the price if I wanted to...)
Him: Like, I'd really appreciate it.
Me: (internally laughing at how pathetic this guy is) Sure, okay..
So he types in my phone number on his Blackberry, and we plan to talk later. Meanwhile, I'm beginning to ponder:
1. Whether he expects me to photocopy forty pages of notes for him... (fat chance).
2. How I can best blackmail him in the case that I let him borrow my notebook... and he doesn't give it back.
But he didn't give me much time to think it over. Because one hour later, after randomly running into him outside my dorm (I'm telling you, this place really is too small), I'm handing this virtual stranger my PRECIOUS notebook, containing an entire semester's worth of notes, in exchange for a crumpled up twenty. (He promised to give me the last $10 when he gives me back my notebook, which, when you think about it, makes absolutely no sense... but somehow sounded okay to me at the time.) Can you say SKETCHY?
Sure, it might be just a notebook. But I feel like I've just sold my soul (which, apparently, is only worth $20). Plus, I'm 85% certain that he is going to steal, lose, or desecrate it in some way or another.
Which basically means I'm fucking screwed.
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