Thinking about bringing cupcakes

I lifted heavy at the gym for the 12th day of this new regiment. I've been watching reruns of Spartacus: Blood and Sand On Demand since last Friday, but only whenever my mommy's not home. Loving how every episode has a quota for softcore sex (as well as bloody violence).

I took my sweet time eating my Thai BBQ and walked into my LSAT class 20 minutes late while they were already taking a quiz. I casually started when I sat down. I did pretty OK on the quiz considering I was late.

Jackie introvertedly sat alone as always. I noticed she was wearing the same plaid coat that she was wearing last Tuesday. I guess she's one of those chicks with a regular outfit. Ginger and I almost bumped into each other again when passing through the door at the same time. She politely smiled. I smiled back. I got a boner. That chick Vanessa (who was digging my hair that one time) was showing more skin as she was wearing a tanktop. I guess it reinforced my boner. She's not ugly, so if I had to, I guess I'd hit it just to be nice since she was digging my hair after all. If I had to.

RYAN: How many students are in the class?
SISSY: 17.
RYAN: I'm thinking about bringing cupcakes.
SISSY: I'm telling everyone!

We were going home when Beatrize called out to me ...

BEATRIZE: You're not taking the shortcut?
RYAN: Oh yeah, the shortcut.

I hate to sound like an ass, but why is she still talking to me if she's taken? (That is, if I did hear correctly when she addressed someone on her phone as babe.) So we walked to our cars again.