Being Pansexual

57. Messing around in physics class

You giggle as we try and set up the physics experiment.
"Can I help?" Our friend asks from across the bench.
"She won't let you," I shrug, "she's a perfectionist."
"Ugh," you complain dropping the wires. "You do it," you say to him, walking over to where I am leaning against the wall.
"Oh, only because you can't do it yourself," I smirk.
You pick up the ruler with a grin and slap my shoulder with it.
"Thanks for knighting me, your highness," I laugh.
You immediately tap me on both of my shoulders with the ruler.
I push myself off of the wall and reach for it, wanting to get you back.
You start giggling me and run away, I chase you and at the last second you duck out of the way and I run past you. You slap my butt with the ruler.
"Hey!" I turn around, fake glaring at you.
"Guys, stop messing around, the physics teacher will get mad at you," our friend, who's still setting up the experiment, says.
"Yeah Kat," you say, handing the ruler to him.
"He just left the room. Can I have the ruler?" I ask him quickly.
"No!" You cry, you've somehow already walked away.
He shrugs and passes it to me and I slap you back, before handing the ruler back. He just raised his eyebrows at me and then turns away.
I walk back to the wall and lean against it.
You walk over to me. "I have gossip." You grin.
"Oh yeah?"
"But swear on your life you won't tell anyone..."
"I swear."
"Actually..." you lower your voice, "swear on our relationship."