Chapter 27 | Earring

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    "I think your missing something." He stated.

I shook my head, "What?" He reached into his pocket and pulled out an earring, dangling the gold in my face.

"Shit, that's mine. Where did you find that?" I asked as I lifted my hand to take it.

"Ah." He said as he swiftly swung his hand out of my reach. "Mine."

What. That was MY earring, what is he even saying. "No, it's not. It's mine, now give it back, smartass."

I swung my hand out to snatch it but he swung his hand back to. This caused me to fall forward. I fell into him and he peered down at me. Both of my hands were situated on his chest just below his collar bone. A smirk pulled at the corners of his mouth as the earring was still held up high.

"Shit." I pushed off from him and my back hit the door again. He stood stiff and watched as I tried to steady my breaths. He never stops staring does he?

"Can you just," I asked reaching out for it again, slower this time. "give it back?"

He brought his hand closer to mine and it looked like he was about to drop the earring in my hand. I held my hand out flat and lifted it to the earring, he dropped it but just like that he snatched it from the air with his scarf. The earring was dropped into his pocket and the scarf slipped back to his neck.

"I said, mine." He leaned into my face and smiled.

I groaned, "That's expensive, and it is NOT yours. So give it back." I pointed to my palm and watched as his eyes darted to my hand.

He looked back and met my eyes. "Well? I'm waiting, give it back." I wiggled my finger to my palm.

He took his hand and closed my hand shoving it back to my chest, "No."

"No? The fuck you mean, no?" I asked and I shoved him. "Give it back."

He hummed and stood back looking me up and down, his eyes trailing up my legs and stopping at my chest. I sucked in an uneasy breath and watched as he opened his mouth,

"Looks really expensive, almost TOO expensive." He met my eyes again and lifted an eyebrow as my face grew hot.

Yeah, okay I stole it but how could he read right through me like that? Could he sense that I stole it? That was an insult wasn't it? He just indirectly called me poor.

"Fuck you." I spat in his face.

His head jerked as my saliva hit his cheek. He turned back to me with an angry look on his face.

"Brats don't get gold." He stated and hauled me away from the door, he twisted the knob and stepped out. I turned around with embarrassment.

He tilted his head to the side so I could watch his mouth and said,

"If you want it back so bad," I was boiling red hot. "your gonna have to earn it." With that he turned and strode down the hallway, to who knows where.

I stood in shock as my cheeks slowly started to get less red. I angrily pulled my other earring out and shoved it in my bag, then I stomped out the room on my way to Recovery Girl.

Who does that asshole think he is? Stealing MY earring? Well basically my earring, but that's not the point. Where did he even find it anyway, but a better question is how did it even fall out? I wanted to scream in his face and bruise his eye but I'm a Pro Hero, I can keep my hands to myself. Probably.

I reached the infirmary and knocked.

"Coming!" A muffled sweet voice answered.

She opened the door and gave a great big smile. "Oh, it's just you dear." She said and stepped aside to let me in. "Come in, come in." She pointed to a desk where a seat sat on each side.

She sat behind the desk and I sat in front.

"Now what brings you here, at the end of the day?" She asked with all ears.

"Aizawa." I tried my best not to grate my teeth at the thought of him and I watched as Recovery girl grinned.

"Girl trouble? Charming isn't he, that devil." She said.

I sighed, "He's been a big problem lately, giving me a lot of trouble." I put my hands to my face.

"Really? I wouldn't put it past him but he isn't being disrespectful to the newest addition to teachers, is he?" I took my hands off my face as she searched my eyes.

"Yes, he's being annoying. He won't hop off my back, I can deal with it myself but I just wanted to hear your advice. You know him better than me." I told her with a shy smile.

She chuckled, "Well I do don't I? I suppose I could give you some advice." She pushed aside some papers and folded her hands.

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