Flash Fiction for Fiction Writing entitled "Class"

====="Jesus Christ, would you look at that dog?" says Grey, brashly bisecting the current conversation while waving a cast-entombed hand about in disgust.
Steve and Ray briefly glance at him and then at a girl with a seeing eye dog finding a place to sit near the front of the room before returning to their discussion.
====="Look, Stevie, none of that matters. You really don't have anything to lose in this situation. It’s not like you’re even really friends, you’re classroom-buddies; I dare to predict that few classroom-buddy relationships have ever blossomed into anything profound," says Ray.
====="I don't know, dude. What if it gets all awkward? I wouldn't know what to do. I would become a story," Steve retorts.
====="A story?" asks Ray.
====="Yeah, you know. One of the stories people tell during lunch or at parties about how some goofy fuck tried to ask them out or get a number only to flounder pathetically all over in the process. I don't want to be one of those stories," Steve says, looking over at an attractive young woman sitting a few rows ahead of him.
====="Jesus, Stevie, why don't you be more neurotic? Maybe we can adopt you a nice little Asian girl, then we won't have to worry about any of this," says Ray. Steve just shrugs it off--almost as if it had never been said.
====="It's got to be fifty-five pounds! It’s a Labrador-fucking-retriever!" Grey interjects again. He finishes the statement halfway screaming, having been gradually increasing the volume of his voice with every word. A few people in the surrounding seats momentarily turn around.
====="Would you shut the fuck up?" says Steve, nervously using one arm to sit Grey back in his seat.
====="What?" asks Grey, innocently.
=====“She's going to fucking hear you," says Steve.
====="Good," Grey says. Allowing his voice to gradually get louder, he adds, "then maybe she'll fucking feed it!"
====="She is pretty cute. You should at least try to find out if she has a boyfriend. That cutesy little wave she gave you when she walked by seemed like more than the usual 'hey random guy' wave to me," says Ray, who is looking at the young woman while he liesurely skims a newspaper.
====="If I try to find out something like that she'll know exactly where I’m going with it. It would be exactly like asking her out to eat, or something," says Steve, returning his full attention to Ray.
====="Except, if you did that, you'd be a normal person and you’d probably get immediate results," says Ray.
====="She's got to be three-hundred pounds. Three-fifty at least," says Grey, shaking his head.
====="What are you talking about?" asks Steve. "She's like a hundred and twenty if she's an ounce."
====="No, not your wet-dream," Grey retorts, seemingly disgusted, "The girl with the dog. Look at her."
====="Dude, she's fucking blind!" Steve says.
====="What, like being handicapped automatically exempts her from taking responsibility for her actions?" asks Grey.
====="No, that's not what I'm saying," responds Steve.
====="Because if that's the case, then this cast gives me the right to do whatever the fuck I want; and right now, I want to tell that heartless mass of disabled humanity to feed her fucking dog!" says Grey, again raising his voice in the direction of the subject at hand.
====="How'd you do that, anyway?" ask Steve, nodding to the cast around Grey’s hand and wrist.
====="He built a pair of twenty foot stilts in his wood sculpture class," Ray answers, not looking up from his paper. "He used them to look into the upstairs bathroom window of the Phi Sigma house. His efforts weren't well received."
====="Isn’t that the feminist sorority?" asks Steve.
====="I was trying to open my mind to new ideas," says Grey.
====="You were trying to catch assumed lesbians have an orgy in the shower," says Ray, still not looking.
====="Yeah," confirms Grey.
=====Steve just shakes his head at pretty much everything Grey has said during the last five minutes.