Everyone in our year at school is doing a test in the hall. Derek is sat one desk infront of me.
I'm writing my essay when I hear him. "Babe" he whispers. I sigh, looking up at him. "What's the answer?" He points at his sheet.
I tell him. He writes it down. "Meredith" he whispers again. I look up. He turns around in his seat. I look around to make sure no teachers are looking.
"What about this?" He points at his sheet. "Just pass me your paper" I whisper. "Really?" He asks. I nod. I switch mine with his, so it looks like he's still doing his own.
I write him a small essay on the subject. I pass it back to him. "Thank you" he whispers. "Its okay baby, let me concentrate" I whisper. He turns around to face the front. I go back to my own work.
He turns back around a few minutes later. "I'm bored" he whispers. "Derek, stop.. you're going to get both our papers ripped up" I whisper.
"I love you" he says quietly. "I love you too" I say quietly. I smile at him. "Do you want me to help you?" He teases. I try not to laugh.
"I'm bored" he whispers. "I know.. we only have fifteen minutes left baby, just wait until then and we can do whatever you want" I whisper.
Derek really struggles with staying quiet and still for long periods of time. It's like watching a volcano try not to erupt in him.
I go back to writing. He's staring at me as I do. I don't mind. Whatever keeps him entertained...
He grabs my pen and steals it off of me. "Give it back" I whisper. He grins, shaking his head. "Baby please" I whisper. He draws a heart on my hand before giving it back. I continue.
"Psstt" he whispers. Mark looks at him. Derek shows him his paper. "You got your girlfriend to do it for you?" Mark whispers. Derek nods. Mark rolls his eyes, chuckling softly.
"Your handwriting is so neat baby" he whispers, grabbing my paper. "Derek please.. just let me write" I whisper, grabbing it back. He sighs, turning back around to face the front.
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The exam finishes and they dismiss us row by row. I catch up to derek as we're leaving and hold his hand.
"Let's go and makeout" he runs down the hall, pulling me along. I giggle, following him until we finally find an empty enough hallway. He gently pushes me up against the wall. He kisses me.
I run my fingers through his hair as our tongues slowly dance together. He kisses down my jaw and gently sucks on my neck.
"Thank you for helping me" he whispers. "You're welcome" I smile. "I'm not good at history tests" he says. "I know" I chuckle.
"You're the best girlfriend" he says. "I know" I grin. He chuckles. "Will I pass with what you wrote?" He asks. "You should do" I nod. He kisses me softly.
"You have to help me with maths now" I point at him. "Okay" he chuckles. He's good at maths. I'm not.
"Babe, stay still" I whisper, putting my hands on his waist as he's literally almost jumping up and down infront of me. He won't Stop moving.
"I have loads of pent up energy!" He pulls me into his arms. I giggle as he tickles my sides.
I pull away from him. "Why don't you put it to use and go and play football with mark and the other guys?" I ask. "Will you play?" He asks. I shake my head. He whines.
"I wanna hang out with you!" He shakes me back and forth. "You're too hyper" I giggle.
He kisses me a bunch of times. "Come here" I hold his hand and pull him into the staff toilets. We go into a cubicle.
I kiss him softly. "Will this calm you down a bit?" I whisper, undoing his trousers and putting my hand down his boxers. He nods enthusiastically.
I kiss him again, pushing my tongue into his mouth. He puts his hands on my cheeks. I move my hand up and down his erection slowly. I crouch infront of him.
