Roommate Roulette

12 | Ensue your canoodling

[-Grayson-]

"Shit. Do you have a pencil or something?" Eve asked, her backpack dropping back onto the ground beside her desk. "I forgot and I need to take notes." She said in a hushed tone, not wanting to disturb the lesson.

I pulled one out of the pocket of my backpack and held it out. 

She plucked it out, giving me a grateful look. 

"What do you say?" I teased, doodling on my notebook.

She glared at me, "Oh, sorry, my bad. It's an odd day. It's your turn to cook." She deadpanned. 

Speaking of which, we established a routine of someone cooking for both of us on an odd or even days. I preferred her cooking which consisted of totally unreliable and sketchy green onion and Korean pancakes. My pride is too big to admit it to her.

I kept staring at her, letting my gaze wander around to observe her facial features. 

A pink hue skated across her neck after she caught me staring. I didn't dare look away. "Thank you." She glanced at me from the corner of her eye, exasperated. 

I smirked. "Good girl." I said, my eyes dropping to her fidgeting with the ring on her finger. The one she's worn since she's gotten here. Her cheeks flushed pink and she glared at me as if to wear off the effect I know I have on her.

"You-"

"Mr. Delgado and Miss Amherst. Do you want to continue this class or ensue your canoodling?" Our substitute for today, Mrs. Helkins pointed out. Mr. Knight was out sick today and he warned us that there was a chance he wasn't going to be here.

A huge proportion of the class turned their heads to look at us.

I rolled my eyes. "We weren't c-"

She tsked. "I thought you guys were better." Her French accent made her curve the er  sound.

Eve chuckled nervously. "Sor-" Her face became red with all the looks she was getting.

"I was just joking, Miss Amherst. Now both of you," She pointed with the chalk in her hand. "Pay attention. I don't get paid enough for this." She muttered under her breath.

Eve went back to jotting down sentences and I couldn't focus.

I couldn't focus on anything but  her.

Now that I got a better whiff of her shampoo, maybe it was a perfume, it was definitely  a flower of some sort. 

She's recently been sleeping less and I hear her flipping through the fridge in the middle of the night. The edge of her eyes are slightly red rimmed and I overheard the girls asking if she was okay. Her quiet answer was too far away for me to hear, but it's not like I need to anyway.

A ripped piece of paper slipped onto my desk. I looked at Eve questioningly but she just shrugged, her face smug.

I pressed my lips into a thin line before picking it up.

You're so cooking for tomorrow too.

I scribbled down an answer before sliding it back. Make me.

You owe me for getting Mrs. Helkins mad.

She's not mad. You're overthinking. I rolled my eyes as I practically threw the note at her.

Do you see how she's scraping the chalkboard right now?

I looked, and she was right. Mrs. Helkins was writing on the board with a lot more force than necessary. Dust was coating the bottom of the floor and I wrote down an answer for Eve.