My smile widens as I read the small note. I look at her, only to find her shooting daggers at me with her glare. I suppress a chuckle, taking out my pen and scribbling a response.
Can’t helpit. You’re more interesting than the lecture.
She scoffs, rolling her eyes at my comment, but I don’t miss the way the corners of her mouth twitch up ever so slightly. She glances at the professor, seemingly refocusing her attention on the lecture.
Yet, within minutes, her gaze drifts toward me again, only to find me watching her with an amused expression. She quickly averts her eyes, a hint of pink spreading across her cheeks.
She glances in my direction again, and this time I wink at her, making her cheeks flush with a deeper shade of pink. She scowls at my gesture, but there’s a hint of a smile in her eyes. Despite her attempts to ignore me, she can’t seem to keep her gaze off me, and that makes me incredibly giddy. She passes me a note again.
What do you want?
For someone who claims to be studious, you’re definitely not studying.
I scribble and pass the note to her. She quickly grabs it from me, scowling at me before reading it. Her eyes widen, and she looks at me, her face flushed.Oh, this is going to be fun.She takes the paper and furiously writes on it. I can feel the feistiness radiating off of her.
First of all, I am multitasking. Studying and secretly rolling my eyes at you. It’s a talent. And secondly, if you’re such a model student, why don’t you pay attention and let others do the same?
I smirk as I read her response. She’s fiery, and I find it utterly amusing. I quickly scrawl back, my hand movements swift and confident.
Firstly, your eye-rolling skills definitely need some work. And secondly, I am paying attention, just not on the lecture.
She wrinkles her nose in annoyance, her eyes narrowing as she reads my reply. I can practically see the steam coming out of her ears. After a moment, she snatches the pen from me and begins to write.
As she writes her response, I can’t help but lean in a little closer, my eyes glued to her everymove. Finally, she passes the note back to me. I take it, my heart racing with anticipation.
Oh, really? And what exactly are you paying attention to, if not the lecture? Enlighten me, please.
I look at her sassy reply and let out a small laugh.
You, obviously. I’m studying the art of secretly pissing you off. Have I passed?
She rolls her eyes, but her cheeks redden.
Definitely. With an A grade. I’m kind of jealous of all the people who haven’t met you.
She may act like she’s annoyed, but I know deep down she’s enjoying our banter. The way she blushes and her eyes sparkle with hidden amusement doesn’t escape my notice. I gasp slowly.
I am hurt.
I write back. I feign hurt, her face falls, and she writes something hastily.
I am sorry. I meant it as a joke. I am glad we met.
My heart pounds. I look back at her. She holds an expectant smile. Her eyes search mine, silently asking for reassurance. I can’t help but revel in the effect I have on her and the way she quickly tries to comfort me with a hopeful smile.
Oh, I know you were joking. I was just pulling your leg.
I look up at her, a playful smile playing on my lips. She narrows her eyes at me, but I can tell she’s suppressing her amusement. She playfully rolls her eyes.
Please act your age.
I raise an eyebrow, my smirk growing wider.
I don’t know how to act my age.I scribble in response, my handwriting getting more and more carefree as our banter continues.You see, I’ve only been this age once.
I see her lips twitch, her efforts to suppress her smile failing. She folds the paper, keeping it inside her book. Sheglares at me and mouths, “Let me study.”
I feign an innocent expression, raising my hands in mock surrender. I suppose this lectureisn’t as bad as I thought it would be. My father would feel victorious, but who cares if I can spend some time with Anya? I glance at her, a half-smile still playing at her lips as she takes her notes, making me smile in return. I think I like being in her company more than I care to admit.
