David was starting to get behind in his studies. He'd gotten straight 100% on every test he'd had until the most recent one, where he got a 90%. To most business students, a 90% would be a miracle, but to David, it was a curse. He needed to get his credits up, but how?

The opportunity arrived when a fashion design teacher offered David extra credits to bring some fabrics to the fashion design room from the other side of the university. It was a long walk, but David made it. The fabrics were ugly as hell in his opinion, but he shouldn't complain—he had no fashion sense whatsoever.

The fashion design room was a gorgeous yet creepy sight, filled with mannequins and mannequin heads. David had a huge fear of mannequins, especially the detailed ones that looked almost human. He remembered this fear was called Automatonophobia.

David was barely into the fashion design room when the teacher began ranting about fashion choices. "Stripes don't go with plaid and stripes also don't go with spots. Brown and black do not go together. And-" David zoned out immediately. Who cared about what clothes looked like? As long as they kept him warm and covered, they were perfectly fine.

"Hey um Mrs. Arthur, can I please just hurry it up? I have to get to class," David pleaded. The teacher nodded. "Yeah of course David. I'm sorry I just get so annoyed with these horrible student fashion choices," she replied.

David thought to himself, "Right, and you're acting as if that long purple skirt goes with that zebra print shirt," but he kept quiet and entered further into the room.

Mrs. Arthur said something about not setting the fabrics down somewhere, but David just walked toward a random clean desk with a picture frame and placed the fabrics down.

"No David!" Mrs. Arthur shouted, making David nearly jump out of his skin.

"What's wrong? I didn't knock the picture frame over," David said, confused. He was certain he hadn't knocked anything over, but he moved the fabrics off the desk to check anyway. As he suspected, he hadn't knocked over or broken anything.

"David did you not listen to me?! The student that sits here is very very particular about things like this! His organization OCD is so bad he can't even sit down unless his chair is completely straight! And you just moved his picture frame!" Mrs. Arthur said loudly, rushing toward the picture frame and barely moving it—so little that David could've sworn it still looked the same.

"Uh... Okay? I'm sorry I didn't mean to. But I'm sure it's fine. He won't even notice the picture frame barely moved," David shrugged, setting the fabrics down on a different desk.

"David you seriously do not understand!" Mrs. Arthur quickly moved away from the desk. Then they both heard the classroom door open.