I Am (Not) All Girl

The night before the last final exam of her high school career, Jill McTeague went to bed.

The next morning, Jack McTeague got up. He was pretty sure Jill had been operating on blind hope that the cycle would be off this month, though if it had been too far off he might have walked at graduation, and wouldn't that have pissed her off? Ha. Still, just in case, she'd left her notes out for him to read over. Jack was...actually a little nervous. If he bombed Jill's class she'd never forgive him, but it wasn't like she could expect him to learn an entire semester's worth of business whatever in a couple of hours.

Of course, then there was the fact that the post-it Jill had stuck to said notes began, Jack, I'm not sure any of this will be useful... so Jack wasn't sure why he was bothering. Still, here he was, eating (smooth) peanut butter out of the jar and reading Jill's stupidly thorough notes like he would remember any of it ten minutes later. He stood a better chance digging around in Jill's memory, honestly, but whatever.

((Mostly establishy, but can be open if you so please!))

Jack was, he had to admit, a little surprised to be waking up this particular Wednesday. According to Jill's wall calendar, with its little blue hatchmarks for projected Jacktime and purple Xes marking time, he was eleven days early. "Whoa," he mumbled, then flopped back on the bed, debating whether he wanted to get up. It wasn't like he had a class or anything, and Jill's stretchy pajamas were actually pretty comfortable, but they were also purple. Not exactly the image he wanted to project.

((Mostly establishy, but open to the roommate if she wants.))

Jack woke up on Friday morning and idly flicked through Jill's memory as one might, say, a magazine. Spring break, everyone was on a cruise, except Jill because of stupid Jack--load of resentment there, and she could just get over herself.

He was so busy meditating on the whininess that was Jill that it took him a few minutes to realize he essentially had the place all to himself. Then he leapt straight out of the bed and shouted, "WOOHOO!"

This was going to be awesome.

Now. What should he do first?

((Establishy!))

"Hey, this is Jack, obviously I'm not here right now, probably it's not my 'time of the month,' so just, you know, leave a message and I'll get back to you if it's worth it."

*pause*

"Please don't tell Jill I have this number."

*beep*