xp_logs | Doug in math class (Reply)

In keeping with Doug's not-so-great week, he has a runin with a rival in his college math class. They get on each others' nerves.

That's supposed to be Quentin in the icon, not Doug. Not my fault they're both blond geeks...

Quentin huffed a loose piece of stringy hair off his face and frowned down at the scrolling text on his laptop. Somewhere in that screen full of code was a bug, and he was going to find it and squash it like a Tauren warrior squashing a gnome. He glanced up at the sound of a chair near his moving, and a bag thumping on the floor.

"Oh look. Our prodigal freshmen returns. Did mumsy and dadsy take us to Aruba again, Ramsey?"

Doug merely grinned toothily. "Quentin!" he said, mock-convivially. "Your acne's looking worse. Get pwned in Warsong Gulch again last night?" He chuckled and reached over to tap the screen, indicating the mistake Quentin was looking for. "Closing your brackets usually helps," he continued in a tone just short of mocking. "And it was England with my girlfriend, actually."

"Of course. England. With your -girlfriend-." Quentin rolled his eyes in disbelief. And how the hell did Ramsey know they'd lost to the Horde in Warsong -again-. If Quentin didn't know better, he'd think he'd been hacked. But he was virtually hackproof, so it must've been a lucky guess. "You buy that girlfriend like you bought your laptop there? With daddy's trust fund?" Stupid private school rich kids.

Virtually hackproof was not the same as completely hackproof. Or even needing a hack. Finding Quentin's server and character had opened the door for all -sorts- of fun.

"Every time you roll a female night elf hunter, Thrall kills a kitten," Doug replied piously. "And I didn't buy my girlfriend," he continued. "Talking to girls works wonders. You should try it some time."

Quentin spluttered for a moment, and slammed his textbook closed on the desk next to him, intent on.. doing.. something. He gritted his teeth, and then seemingly, for no reason, sat on his hands, a frustrated expression set on his face. "Shut up.."

Doug grinned toothily. Looked like that one had scored. It wasn't that Quentin was such a bad guy, but he got under Doug's skin like almost nobody else. Except maybe Forge. The sitting on the hands was an odd thing, but Doug shrugged it off. "Too busy spanking it to that female night elf hunter? If you slash-dance too much, it'll make you go blind."

"God, do you ever SHUT UP?" Quentin snarled. Or, tried to snarl, though it came out as more of a squeaky voice-cracking whine. "Look, I know you're all mister insanely wealthy private school, but you could at least show up for class and pretend like you're not buying your degree, huh?" He was sick of this. Ramsey had no right to be in the classroom, not as a freshman, not with the number of times he didn't show up for class, not with -those- clothes, -that- car, and a laptop Quentin couldn't have afforded if he got on his knees and begged his parents.

Doug paused for a moment. Quentin had -no- idea what shutting up was like. He settled for a quirk of his shoulders. "Not really," he replied cheerfully. The professor passed by their desks, returning the latest exam. Doug picked his up, and then, grinning, handed it to Quentin. "You think I bought that?" he asked, pointing to the A at the top of the page. "Go ahead, check it. And you saw me take the exam right next to you, so you know I didn't bring a crib sheet."

Quentin rolled his eyes. "I know what you -are-, Doug Ramsey." He said, voice barely audible. "I know where you went to high school." He sneered, and looked away from the paper. "Some of us don't need mutant powers to pass exams."

Not that he could have if he'd wanted to. But it was a point of honor. He did this himself.

He wasn't going to punch Quentin in the face. He wasn't going to punch Quentin in the face. Doug kept repeating that mantra to himself. After a few long seconds, he opened up eyes that had been clenched shut and bored an icy gaze at Quentin. "You -dogfucker-," he hissed. "You have no idea what my power is. I work just as hard as anyone in here." Harder, even, because it -would- be so easy to fall back on his power to get by. But to truly understand things, that took studying just like anyone else.

Quentin shrugged dismissivly. "Sure, whatever." and then got up, moving to a free seat across the room. People might stare - he knew they were staring, but then, everyone knew he didn't like Doug. And besides, it wasn't like he could possibly make any -fewer- friends. He'd sit through the class, and put up with Ramsey being there, despite it grating on his very last nerve.

But he was -so- ganking some lowbie Horde players tonight.

A grimace stole across Doug's lips. He continued to bore his eyes into the back of Quentin's head. The jackass had no idea what he was talking about. Still seething with anger, Doug slowly managed to calm himself down and crack a smile devoid of any humor. Quentin hadn't even -learned- the meaning of the word 'gank', yet. But he was about to.