D-DAY
While the idea is entertaining, you decline his offer. "What do you take me for, Bryce? A delinquent?" you joke, leading your girlfriend to your seats at the back of the class.
Bryce calls out behind you, "Says the guy who nearly fuc-" You stop dead in your tracks and glance over your shoulder with the most vicious, nonchalant glare you can muster, as if daring him to expose you to the class. He visibly gulps and bites his tongue, acting as if he didn't say a word. You smile, resuming your steps to your desk.
While you're reluctant to let go, you let Gianeen's hand slip from yours as you take your seat and she takes hers in the desk beside you. You two meet eyes once more and she instantly blushes and looks away, reminding you of the first time you and her did a video call over Skype. Back to square one, you supposed, with a smile on your lips.
Bryce calls out behind you, "Says the guy who nearly fuc-" You stop dead in your tracks and glance over your shoulder with the most vicious, nonchalant glare you can muster, as if daring him to expose you to the class. He visibly gulps and bites his tongue, acting as if he didn't say a word. You smile, resuming your steps to your desk.
While you're reluctant to let go, you let Gianeen's hand slip from yours as you take your seat and she takes hers in the desk beside you. You two meet eyes once more and she instantly blushes and looks away, reminding you of the first time you and her did a video call over Skype. Back to square one, you supposed, with a smile on your lips.