“Oh.” You say, a little surprised to see two girls instead of your class. “Sorry, I’m uh… looking for a class.” The two girls look up from their lab work and you notice that, while they both look very adult in their white lab coats, they’re definitely high school students. One has sort of dishwater hair, straight and oily looking. Like many of the girls you’ve seen there, she looks like she could be older, but her nerdy demeanor and pimply complexion give her away as a teenager. The other is a tall girl, thick, but not overweight, with ginger hair and a pasty, pale complexion. She rolls her eyes at you and grumbles while the pimpled one responds cheerfully.
“No, that’s us.” She says. “It’s an advanced class so it’s just the two of us.” She has a very nasal quality to her voice that you’re sure would be irritating if listened to for a long time, but seems somewhat cute upon first impression. In fact, there would be a lot of things about her that would be cute were it not for her oily hair and nasty complexion.
“Gotcha.” You say as you walk further into the room, letting the door close behind you. “And your names are?”
“Rachel.” She responds and looks over to her counterpart waiting for a response. The redhead rolls her eyes again and continues looking at a beaker containing a clear liquid. “Nancy.” Rachel answers for her. You kind of wonder what her problem is as she seems highly antisocial, but you don’t ask.
“Well, I’m Troy.” You say. You can get away with using your first name, right? They’re only five years younger than you or so? “I guess you guys are doing some kind of a lab?”
“Yeah.” Rachel says as she goes back to work, mixing something in a test tube… a sort of white paste.
“You know, the teachers usually just stay quiet and let us work.” Nancy says in a stern tone. “You’re only here in case we need you for testing.” She’s harsh and doesn’t seem to like you much at all. You try to decide what you think of her. You’re somewhat charmed by her large frame and cushiony chest, plus the cruel demeanor seems to be something of a turn on. You can’t really tell how you feel about either of the girls. At first glance you would have thought both to be ugly, but there’s a strange draw to both of them.
“Testing?” You ask surprised. You didn’t sign up for any experimental testing. “What are you guys working on?”