Three Word - Er - Thursday

Better late than never. I finally thought up something for Three Word Thursday…okay, so it’s Friday. I’ve been busy.  But since Quilly is discombobulated too, I figure I'm in good company.  As to the words this week, I think the second word in the form given here is a noun.  I think the verb would be assectate.  At any rate, that's how I'm using it.

  amarulence, n. — bitterness, spite

• assectation , v. — to bear a heavy burden
• defedate, v, — to defile, to pollute

Trisha gazed at Michael longingly while he worked on the paper. The way his hair flopped down over his eyes, the way his shoulders filled his jacket. The way when he sat in a chair his muscles stayed taut.  Sigh.  He was oblivious to her adoration of his finer attributes. Heck, he was oblivious to her completely unless he needed homework help. He was an athlete and she was . . . not.  He looked up and asked, “what are you staring at?” She immediately snapped into defensive mode and retorted, “trying to see if the wheels actually turn inside your head when you’re writing your name on a paper.” He laughed uncertainly, not sure whether he’d been complimented or insulted. Instead he turned the paper he'd been working on toward her. It was covered with scratch outs and and mark-throughs. There were places where an eraser had torn through the paper in his attempt to restart a problem. In short, it was a disaster. And that was before she even started looking at whether any of the answers were even close.

“Look,” she began. “It is my assectation to tutor you. I do this without amarulence and without remuneration. It is your responsibility to not defedate my efforts to get you off of academic probation.”

Michael leaned over toward her. Trisha leaned forward as well, thinking he was about to fulfill her fantasy. She parted her lips expectantly. He parted his and then asked, “huh?”

Trisha leaned back and muttered, "expectations, yes. Fantasies, not even close."