The bell rung for the last time of the day; every student was quick to rush from the building to go home. Usually, she would do the same thing, but she was upset with a certain someone. It took barely half a minute for everyone to flee but Zach and the teacher.
"Not going home?" he asked, catching her attention.
She turned around, furrowing her eyebrows. "Pull up my grades for your class."
After the demand, she stood up and walked to his desk while observing the man. He did as she said, and then looked up to Zach. She then moved his head to make him look at the screen.
"Do you see it?"
What was there to see? She had almost perfect grades. He was prepared to hear the girl rant about how her grades should be excellent in every class— it was the usual. Even if she got a high B in any class (which she would fix almost immediately), Zach could probably ramble on for hours about how she deserves better. Maybe he was supposed to look up all of her grades?
After getting no reply, she gestured for him to give her the mouse. He then followed and slid it across the desk. His feet barely pushed from the floor to be further so his chair would slide to the side, which Zach then stepped in front of him.
After no response from the baffled man, she rolled her eyes. Luke was waiting for an answer while Zachary was waiting for Luke to notice the yucky grade he gave. The man looked from the monitor then back to the girl.
"You gave me a C, Lu, on the paper I wrote last week. It made my grade drop from perfect."
"It wasn't your best," he shrugged, sitting back. He expected a list of reasons why the girl deserves better (which was usual) but instead received the opposite reaction.
Zachary went from stiff and angry to a much softer form as she relaxed. She then stepped closer to Luke, feeling even smaller as a hand went to her back. Luke was too cute.
"What can I improve on it?" she asked, starting to lean closer to him. Her eyes scanned the classroom, and although it was only the two, it still felt odd to act as if no one could walk in any second.
"Just spend a little more time on it, you didn't do bad. You had a grade that was above a one-hundred since you always do extra credit. I could see you were lazy about it. Usually, you add more detail, views, and arguments."
Instead of arguing, she complied, letting the subject go. She would probably rewrite it and tell the teacher to recheck it, making sure she received a tolerable grade. Her hand reached to dive in Luke's hair, untangling through the blond mess.
At the moment he looked up, she showed him a small smile, which he returned. He furrowed his eyebrows as he took a second to look at her baggy clothing, and then tugged on the material. "This is too big to be yours and not mine," he mentioned, "wearing another guy's stuff now?"
She sat on the arm of the chair, eyes rolling yet again that day. Zach had to admit; Luke was still cute. "How do you know this is a man's sweater?" the teen asked, a small laugh leaving her lips. Luke didn't seem to get why it was funny.
Only for the dramatic effect, Luke took a deep breath. "Smells like a man."
Before he could do anything else, she cut him off with a small remark, "You're going around and sniffing boys now? Gosh, I wish you would treat me like that."
"Not much of a sniffer, love," he laughed, then continued the subject, "can you answer why you're wearing someone's clothes?"
"Protective, hm?" A small smile peeked her lips; she enjoyed the possessive feeling of the adult.
Luke moved to one side of the chair, then turned his body to face her. He couldn't look away from her for too long. "Have a problem with it?"
"No," she shook her head. "Kind of hot on you, actually. The hoodie is my brother's, though, Ky lets me wear his clothes since it's softer than mine. Is it not cute?" Her hands then dropped from his hair to be tucked into the pocket, making the man look at it.
"It is cute, but it would be cuter if it belonged to me," Luke hummed, more in a whine.
"I know you like it when I wear your clothes, but I don't know if I'd be gushing over you in Ky's clothes— doesn't seem as cute."
"I don't know if I like your sarcasm that much."
"I don't know if I like my grade that much."
Reverting to the monitor, he selected the test she was referring. Then, the teacher changed it to a perfect score, giving the girl what she wanted. To show her appreciation, the girl placed a kiss on his head before giving a small hug, and finally pulling away to stand beside him.
"Thank you, bub." She then gave him another hug, which he returned the embrace. "Bry should be here in a minute to pick me up, I have to go."
"Alright," he hummed as the two pulled away, "text me when you get home."
