love is my lasso | {grant/dolly} | Hunger Games: The RPG

love is my lasso | {grant/dolly} Mar 25, 2023 13:10:25 GMT -5

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Post by umber vivuus 12b 🥀 [dars] on Mar 25, 2023 13:10:25 GMT -5

D O L L Y ;

Dolly had a theory that Bingham always made sure her room smelled nice so that they wouldn't ever notice any of the less-than-desirable scents which sometimes wafted into the classroom from her supply closet. She'd been in there a handful of times, seen the shelves of glass beakers and graduated cylinders, as well as the chemicals that were locked away behind metal grating. She'd never gotten permission to look inside the giant freezer in the very back, but honestly her curiosity wasn't super expansive in this regard. Some things needed to be stored at different temperatures than others, she'd accepted. Besides, she'd heard a rumor that Farah and Oscar used to sneak into the supply closet and make out back when he was still around, so the entire area was tainted anyway, really.

But, during their first full week back at school, as Dolly grabbed a new pack of paper like her teacher had asked, she found her eyes continuously drifting over to the padlocked door and wondering. Four years, Dolly and the others had been coming into this very classroom. Not once could she recall the freezer being opened. Rumors, of course, ranged from the freezer housing all of the ingredients for those special meals Bingham was known for cooking, to having jars of organs and body parts within. As Dolly lingered on the thought for a moment, she was certain she saw the lock move the slightest bit, which spooked her enough for her to finally quietly exit the closet and re-enter the greater room.

"Thank you, Dolly," Bingham chimed absently, continuing her morning lecture. While Dolly took her seat, the teacher began explaining some of the various lab experiments that would be taking place during the upcoming semester. Dolly knew most of this already, having studied the syllabus the moment it'd come out, but she listened with fervor anyway, just to ensure she hadn't missed anything.

"Because a lot of these experiments are going to be hands-on, you'll all be working in pairs. I'm letting you all choose your own lab partners-" it was at this point that she may as well have stopped talking, as every single student stopped looking at her and started formulating a plan as to who they'd want their own partner to be- "but if it turns out that you guys can't get any work done, I will reassign you new partners! Go ahead and move to new seats if you- GUYS, don't drag the chairs on the floor! I'm gonna start making y'all clean it if you keep scuffing it up!"

Dolly gathered her things, nodded a quick and kind farewell to Pippa next to her, and moved across the room toward Grant.

"Hey there, handsome," She called, and then in a playfully seductive voice, "Wanna separate these slides into the different stages of mitosis together?"

love is my lasso | {grant/dolly} Apr 14, 2023 15:32:09 GMT -5

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Post by tick 12a / calla on Apr 14, 2023 15:32:09 GMT -5

g r a n t.

So here's the thing.

Everybody likes Bingham. She's not as scary as Cheng, she's not as awkward as Degraw, and she's definitely not as intimidating and overwhelming as Coach is. The thing is though, Grant's terrified of nearly all the teachers at Snowspire. Bingham isn't exactly an exception.

It's irrational, really - they all like him. Mostly. He's fine.He doesn't cause trouble. He's a good kid. With Bingham, it just doesn't help that science isn't exactly his forte. He's accident prone in chemistry and he glazes over in physics. Biology makes him so queasy that he's actually had to leave the room during a lecture before, sprinting out as quietly as he could and then blaming it on the lunch that day.

It was at Dolly's insistence that Grant finally worked up the nerve to ask for that alternate assignment when they were doing dissections. He just couldn't. One look at the little frog on that table and he turned greener than its guts. Bingham probably thinks he's stupid now. He's still waiting for feedback on the parts that Hanna helped him finish and it's probably so obvious that he didn't do it all on his own.

Bingham's probably amping up to fail him, and that's why she's decided to make his last class the Last Class from Hell.

"Hands-on," she says, "pairs" and "lab partners" and Grant sinks deeper down into his seat which each passing second.

The other students start whispering, a couple chairs shift in preparation but Grant avoids eye contact with everyone. Dolly's going to pair up with Pippa probably, and that's fine, she's got other friends and Grant really shouldn't expect her to drag herself down just to pair up with him every time.

Or, oh god, even worse, she'll pair up with Lovie, and then Grant and Erras will have their five second little stare-off and then Erras will smirk and walk away and Grant will be all on his own again.

He starts picking at the tabletop and counting backwards from twenty, people start shifting and moving around him and he just stares at the little section of paint he's scraping off. Then Dolly suddenly slips into the seat beside him like a balm.

"Hey." He greets her, weak smile on full display, he goes from picking at the table to tapping on it and subtly glances back at Pippa.

Would pointing out that Dolly really doesn't have to pity him and sit here to hold his hand make him an asshole? It probably would. That's not what he wants to get across, he just can't articulate it probably, he'd sound like a grade A douche if he tried, so he just keeps his trap shut.

"Yeah, uh-" too wound up to even flirt properly, god, "That's the, uh, separating one?"