Sorry, It's Your Fault (FreenBecky AU)

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"Bec."

Becky shifted in her seat with her arms still crossed and ignored the echoing female voice that's been bugging her in her beauty nap.

"Becbec."

Becky fluttered her eyes open, half awake. She quickly glanced at her production professor to see if she was in trouble. But she knew she wouldn't get caught napping around as long as she had her sunglasses on, so she closed her eyes and went back to sleep. She's been consistently sleeping in class since seventh grade, and she doesn't consider it as a habit anymore. Rather, she calls it "a way of living". She used to get scolded a lot during her high school days for always sleeping in class. That's why when she became a senior, she practiced napping without making it obvious that she was actually napping. By the time she finally entered college, she was an expert at it.

"Becky!" Fay whisper-shouted while poking Becky's arm through her stone black coat.

Becky finally lost her enthusiasm to sleep, so she fluttered her eyes open and sighed heavily while turning her head towards Fay.

"You've been interrupting my nap for the past two hours, Fay. You're practically in my dream, constantly whispering my name like a broken record." Becky whispered in a very quizzical manner.

Fay slowly leaned towards Becky while keeping her eyes on their professor in front. "You're not gonna learn shit if you keep napping the whole time. I think he's about to discuss our first task soon. That's what he said last session, which, you were also busy sleeping."

Becky raised her glasses and pushed it up on top of her head. She jokingly raised an eyebrow at Fay. "Baby girl, you know I can hear everything even when I'm sleeping."

Fay grunted irritatingly. "What if you didn't? Let's see if yo—"

"The first task is individual but will be collaborated within the whole class. Second would be remote broadcasting in four groups. Midterms would be a talkshow with the groups merged into two, and Finals will be with the class as a whole." Becky cut her off. She put on a smug smirk on her face after telling Fay every important task that was discussed last session.

Fay rolled her eyes and leaned back on her chair. "I still don't know how you do that. It's irritating how you can sleep during classes and still be a Dean's Lister at the same time."

Becky shrugged her shoulders. She bent down and grabbed the eyeglass case from her backpack. She quickly swapped her sunglasses with her prescription glasses and sat up straight. She picked up her now lukewarm cinnamon latte from her white laminated desk and took a sip.

"Who do you think is more important when it comes to the standard operating procedures of the whole production?" The professor asked.

Confused heads around the room either looked down,—suddenly pretending to be busy with their notes and their phones—or looked around, as if waiting for someone to answer for the class and end their agonizing anxiety of answering.

"It's the director, sir." A very familiar annoying female voice boomed from the seat behind Becky.

Becky let out a soft involuntary growl before taking a longer sip on her paper cup. Suddenly, the cinnamon latte that she loves so much started tasting a little more bitter than it actually is. Is it the irritation, or do I have to actually add sugar in this? She mentally asked herself.