Sticking with you (bxb)

Chapter 44

Alice's pov.

(Time skip to Monday, at school)

I had been staring at the school board for minutes. The teacher was standing in front of it, holding a black marker in her hand. She hadn't stopped pacing around, while writing and talking, since the moment we stepped in the class. A small yawn escaped my mouth and putting my hand forward I hid it with a slight blush covering my face. Gabe, who had recently been sitting next to me, chuckled quietly. I turned around, looking at him with a frown. As soon as he noticed my face he stopped, trying hard to contain his big smile. That made me giggle, changing the kind of evil look from my face

A sudden cough interrupted our intense staring, making both of us look at the source. Our teacher was still standing at her usual spot but instead of her previous activities, she had stopped talking and was looking at us like the strict teacher we all had in our elementary school. She didn't stay looking at us for long before turning her back to us again. All the students looked at us for one last moment before doing the same. They turned back, giving their attention to the teacher once more. After a few seconds my eyes laid on her back too, watching her hands move. She kept talking and talking. With my left hand I began to trace my notebook, lazily and let the pen I was holding, slipping through my fingers

I sighed, waiting for anything to happen when I felt a light blow in my right hand, which I was currently resting on my leg under the desk. I slowly turned my head to the other side, looking at Gabe again. This time I was being more careful, looking back at the teacher a few times to see if her eyes were darting toward us or not. I was staring at any student that could easily give us away as well. In an instant out of the corner of my eye I saw Gabe passing me something on the desk with the tips of his fingers, hesitantly. I didn't look immediately down nor did I take it. Firstly the teacher had turned her brown eyes on us, looking at every movement we were doing like she had immediately sensed that something was going on. We weren't in the position to move even a muscle of our face. She was trying to hold her gaze and not show her disappointment. Second, who would want to look that desperate? Taking the little piece of paper like their life depended on it?

After a few minutes, when our teacher moved to her desk, looking at her book, with her lips moving while carefully reading every word, I got a chance to touch the little piece of paper and then feel it between my fingers when I finally closed it inside my hand, as if I was protecting a secret. It was folded and almost crumpled. I patted my thumb a few times on the desk, looking between it and the teacher who was now sitting and reading peacefully, forgetting she had her students watching the way her head was tilting and a small understanding smile was slipping on her face. I continued to look at the many pages slowly turning and going to the next one that had something different. I didn't know what she was looking for but I wanted it to take some time. I traced my fingers again at the small paper. I opened it but was careful not to be seen by others. It opened slowly and easily even though it was folded several times, revealing a great mystery. Passing small letters to each other was something new, that I was willing to begin as we were a quite talkative duo. I looked at it trying to read the quickly written but still legible words

-I'm bored, waiting for the beloved bell to start its revolution :-). Also, it wasn't fair for her to cut us off. A telepathic conversation was taking place, quite important I could tell. What a pity! But don't mind, we have our long break to fill with this kind of talk and cute moments of our new couple
                                                                                                                Xoxoxoxooooo

I lowered my head immediately, putting my hand over my mouth again. My muffled giggle wasn't enough to be heard all over the class but my favourite classmate sitting beside me heard it, making us restrain something even more difficult. I looked at Gabe with the corner of my eye while biting my bottom lip. Sometimes feeling quite adventurous, I could turn my head slightly. The teacher was up again, already writing something but we weren't paying any attention. And even if she saw us she did the same, not paying much attention to us. My eyes moved from the way her right hand was creating the letter G to the paper I hadn't left from my hands. I wasn't holding it for too long, but I had to do something, write back, because it would not only be uncomfortable for me but also for Gabe. I rushed to put the paper on my desk, making it open wide. I straightened it with my hand and then grabbed my pen quickly. In the space I found in the corner I began to write down whatever was swirling in my mind