Dead end. (ON HOLD)

8

"Aubrey, what do you and Archer have for your project so far?" I looked over at a sleeping Archer and back at Ms. Florence. She rose her eyebrows in anticipation.

 "Ms. Florence, if we did have something don’t you think we would have out on our desks? I mean it's not that hard to use common sense." Archer mumbled from his arms.

 "Alright detention, for both of you."

 "Are you serious!? I didn't do anything!" I yelled.

 Ms. Florence gave me a stern look.

 "You failed to complete the assignment I gave to you over a month ago." I rolled my eyes and put my head.

 "Bitch." I mumbled.

 "Stop talking about yourself Aubrey," Archer said with his head still on the desk. "We all know how much of a- Ow!" Archer sprang up and looked at me wide eyed.

 "Did you just bite me!?" I gave him an innocent look.

 "Now why would I do that?" I asked.

 "To live up to your name."  This time I landed 5 consecutive punches on his left arm, but he didn't even flinch.

 "You hit like a girl."

 "Newsflash I am a girl!" I was still peeved that I didn't even hurt him! What was the point of those self-defense lessons if I can't even turn somebody's skin red?

 "Hey, you okay?" Archer asks when he notices how quiet I got. I nodded my head.

 "Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" I asked. I sneak a glance at his arm but it wasn't even red. Nothing happened. Still looked untouched. I shook my head in disappointment.

 "You know I wasn't going to call you a bitch, I'm sorry. I've never called a female out of their name; and i definitely wouldn't do that to you." I nodded my head absentmindly. I felt a hand on my knee and I jumped a little. I glared at the hand until my eyes traveled up to the owner.

 "What do you think you're doing?"

 Archer had a cheeky smile on his face, but he wasn't looking at me.

 "Oh, nothing." I glared at the side of his head. I eventually ignored it and paid attention to Ms. Florence, or at least tried to. She had such a monotone voice that just practically screamed "FALL ASLEEP TO MY VOICE!!"

 The hand started tickling my knee, making me jump. I looked over at Archer. 

"What are you doing?" I whispered forcefully.

 He continued to look at Ms. Florence talk about some book we were going to read. His hand trailed up to my mid-thigh and back down to my knee, tickling it. I made a move to push his hand away but he stopped me.

 "Aubrey, if you wanted to hold my hand all you had to do was ask." Archer said with a smirk. I glared at the side of his head. He intertwined our fingers and laid them on his lap. My face suddenly started heating up to the sudden affection. No guy has ever held my hand. Not even my dad when I was younger. I tried to pull away but after many failed attempts I just laid my head on the table.