Please, with a Cherry on top? | 18+

8 | Saint

"You think you're so damn funny, huh? I'm about sick of you!"

The jester laughed, shoving his arm playfully and then using her short legs to try and create distance between them.

Saint ended up pulling her back by her hand as she immediately almost got hit by some student on a skateboard. He glared after the quickly disappearing figure, only looking away when feeling her soft hand leave his and instead clutch onto his shirt sleeve.

"Whoops," she gave an embarrassed grin before looking back ahead, this time watching where she was going as she continued walking beside him, "So much for a dramatic exit."

He could only shake his head at Cerise's antics, finding himself already used to her clumsiness from only knowing her a little over a month.

A moment later they reached the passenger side of his Jeep, and he was pulling his keys from his pocket. Once unlocking the doors he popped open the passenger side door for her, stepping to the side to gesture her in.

"It was for extra points on the exam by the way," the little clown he was helping into the passenger seat of his car announced, "The whole class was dressed in costumes."

"That so?" Saint shut her door and after carefully placing her bag in the backseat he climbed into the driver's seat, "Rhea didn't get the memo."

Cerise hummed in confusion, tilting her head at him after buckling herself in. He pulled off from the side of the road, steering one-handed as he clicked his seatbelt at the same time.

"The one with wandering eyes," he clarified.

The music he was listening to on the drive over resumed playing and he turned the volume down until it was soft background noise.

After all, he wanted to hear everything she had to say.

"Oh, Rayna? No, she's not in our class. She just met up with us after."

Saint smiled a bit to himself, glad that she further proved how observant she could be. His description of the girl who was eyeing him like her favorite piece of candy was a bit vague, yet Cerise knew exactly what he meant just by those five words alone.

"Tell me honestly," he spared her his complete attention for a few moments as they came to a red light, "How was the test?"

Cerise bit her lip and her hand shot up to fiddle with her necklace before she let out a long sigh, "I can't keep anything from you, can I?"

I hate that you feel like you have to.

That is what he wanted to say, but he settled for a slow shake of his head.

"It was... tough. I mean this morning, I was doing so well. I wasn't doubting myself like I usually do, and I thought I could do it with no issue. That was before I sat down, and it was as if the world was crumbling around me."

Cerise shook her head, seemingly chastising herself internally before she continued, "I've always had pretty bad test anxiety, but guess I thought this time it wouldn't even make an appearance."

Her lips parted slightly as if she wanted to say more, but then he saw her cringe before closing her mouth immediately. Her fingers began to twist more rapidly around her necklace.

"I won't judge you, Cerise," Saint promised her before turning his head to continue driving as the scooter in front began to pull off.

"It was your words that helped me shake out of it," she rushed out, looking down at her lap in what he knew was bashfulness, "So, um, thank you... for believing in me."