Lambs Staring Into a Zoom Class

What is that? My comrade asked. I ignored her. She is not my friend. No, really, she said scooting my way. The rest of the class smiled on whim. The teacher had them on mute, so they could not speak. I was glad. “Who is your friend?” the teacher asked; he is a lecher; I do not trust him. Hey! You all really do look alike! My pal Sam texted in my private text box. This irritated me; I never like stereotyping lambs or any other creature. Shall I tell them my story? The intruder asked. The one about the fox? This is an important class meeting I said; and you are being a leacher. Well excuse me! She said, stomping off to be with the rest of the herd. “Who was that?” My teacher asked me. He is all about mixed dating. I had to will my eyes not to roll; this was inappropriate, quite absurd. Her name I do not know, but she is pushy, I warned as he was waiting. Can you please get her number? He asked. She looked interested in our class. Annoyed, but trying not to show it, I decided to fix them up on a whim. I know this seems weird, and it was, but I do have a bit of sarcasm and sass. And a bit of gloat, would be horrible and awful pretty much for both of them.