A Class of Two

“Conceptually, the real trick to lying is to make the person believe. No matter what the context of the lie is, unless you can’t make them believe, it’s useless. If I were to tell you now, that I’m a man stuck in a woman’s body, would you believe me? Of course not! Well, maybe after you have a couple of drinks in you. *chuckles filled the classroom* The point is, that you need to distinguish between logic and actuality. Now I have got a question for you; do you think manipulation is the same as lying?

“Yes”, she said, as the professor pointed to the girl who had just raised her hand.

“I think lying, while not being exactly the same as manipulation, is an important principle of it. It could serve as the foundation at the very least.”

“Very good. Now, do you think one could be co-dependent of the other?”

“To some extent, yes. They are not exactly mutually exclusive, nor are they exactly inherently inclusive, but they belong to the gray region.”

“Thank you. I think what Miss Spencer here is trying to say, is that they are coherent to each other. One cannot be.. “

But now the words of Professor Reese were broken off in the distance. He was distracted by the girl who had just answered the question. Why had he never noticed her before? And yet somehow she must have had made a prior impression on the Professor; what else could explain her remembering the name.

He looked around. None of the other students were paying any attention; half of them had their phones out, and the rest of them were doodling around; the exception to that was Ms. Spencer of course. Spencer, Spencer, he knew he had heard that name before; he just couldn’t remember where. How on earth did he get here? He needed to hear the pitter patter of the raindrops, he needed to get his shit together, but most of all he needed to get out of that class right then.

Pitter patter, and a glorious tune to listen to. That is all he wanted. 

He could have been in a thousand other places, but no, he was stuck here listening to some bag give a lecture about honesty and lies and whatnot. Lying; like he needed a class on that subject. If anything, he could deliver one hell of a lecture on it, and one that students would actually give a damn about. Still, it got him thinking how cool would it be to manipulate a person at will. Exercise control over men and women alike, bid them to do all his dirty little work. Power could never be overrated he thought.  

He cursed John for not being there with him in that class. “Stupid hangovers”, he mumbled to himself.  

He looked around again, his eyes darting back again, to the girl with the dark brown hair. She just sat there with the lower half of her pony tied hair in her hands, just staring at the split ends. What an odd little thing to do, he wondered quietly. And that was his initial impression of Bess Spencer; odd. 


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