Winters Academy is home to the sons and daughters of some of the most prestigious families in the world!
The school is known for its excellent academics, award winning drama department, top-notch sports teams, but most importantly..."The Kings"
Knox...
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"Stupid fucking glue!" I groan as I begin shaking the bottle of glue like a maniac.
Suddenly the bottle is taken from me and I look over at Knox who has a smirk on his face as he twists open the top and easily pours some glue onto our project.
"I knew that," I mumble.
"Sure you did." He chuckles.
It's been about a week since Knox and I's kinda date and now we text all the time.
But when we're in person, we barely talk.
It's kinda weird.
I mean I'm busy with my friends and he's busy with his but he still manages to corner me in the library during my free period or he keeps me up till 3 AM talking about the most random shit.
I wish I could say I'm getting annoyed by it but the truth is I always look forward to his texts.
My dad always makes fun of me when I smile at my phone.
I really have to stop doing that!
"Ow Beckett!" Naomi groans.
Yeah...those two still have a love-hate relationship but the good news is, it's more love and less hate.
At least I think so.
I honestly wouldn't be surprised if Naomi still wants to strangle him in his sleep.
Beckett laughs as he continues pinching her side.
"Stop doing that or you'll regret it." She says.
"Oh yeah? What are you gonna do about it?" He challenges.
She sends him a tight smile before kicking the bottom of his chair causing it to roll away from him and making him fall on his ass.
Everyone laughs including our teacher who quickly begins to cough to try and cover his smile.
Beckett quickly gets up and retrieves his chair before sending a glare at Naomi.
"They're like an old married couple," Knox whispers and I laugh.
Naomi and Beckett continue bickering while Knox and I work in silence.
I was in the middle of placing one of the pictures onto the board but froze when his hand brushed against mine.
Tingles shoot down my spine and I awkwardly clear my throat before continuing.
"What's up with you taco virgin? You're more quiet than usual." He asks suddenly.
"You can't call me that since I'm not a taco virgin anymore," I argue.
"You're right...what should I call you?"
"How about my name?"
"Nah, that's boring."
"Well I'll let you figure that out...ice cream virgin." I tease.
