Thursday Taster 103: Parallel Slip

Hello and welcome to a new Thursday Taster, the day when awesome writers all over the blogosphere come together to give you tasty bits of their last fiction. You can find the list here.

 We start right where we left off last week.

"What?" I looked at him and he had that look on his face. I don't know what most people had against physics.
"Just I couldn't get a single thing about it straight you know, that inclined plan," he said.
"Yeah, I know," I answered.
How would I actually know? What was so complicated about putting forces on an inclined plan? I had no clue how some people managed not to be able to do it but the fact was the majority of the people I knew couldn't. That made me think that I might give General Relativity another try, that was my only clue, but that would be after I sorted out today's classes.
"I'm doing history," he said.
"Oh," I answered.
So he had four hours of classes a week when I had eight hours a day and he still managed to come out at the same time as me to cook dinner and ask for my fire. I didn't know why but there was something about this guy creeping under my skin to piss me off.
"So are you the type who look down on literary people," he said smiling.
"My dad's a translator," I said.
After the I can't get a single thing straight that was the only think he could think of. I forced myself to smile instead of rolling my eyes but I was sure I wasn't too convincing.
I put my spaghetti out of the water and in the pan. Then washed it before pouring the now almost liquid tuna cream on the top of them and washing the pan.
"You are so efficient, no wonder you're a science student," he said.
I didn't see the link between the fact, I just wanted all my stuff clean to bring everything in my room back at once. I pilled up my stuff, plate of spaghetti on top and walked out.
"Hey, you forgot your fork," the guy said after me.
"That's not mine," I answered.
I knew he was watching me, he was still in the corridor when I opened my door to get to my room. I would have to figure out something because carrying it all at once seemed a little dangerous. I sat at the desk and opened my General Relativity book, looking for something about black holes in the cosmology section. It was there. I put grated cheese and chives on my spaghetti and started to read. 

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