Playing Like A Girl

When A Bad Boy Blushes

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"Alright, class. You have ten minutes until we start our next topic, so whenever you're ready please submit your homework." The teacher's voice fills the room.

Out of the corner of my eye I see Hunter visibly gulp, typing into the document I sent him earlier in the lesson. Good, he's changing it.

I lean to the side, my chair balancing on its two left legs, to read over his shoulder. "Not bad, pretty boy. You write good."

A soft pink stains his ears as he glares at me. "Pretty boy? Write good? What is wrong with you?"

I shrug as I right my chair. "Nobody knows."

He snorts. "Sounds about right."

"Oi, let's not forget who's the saint here."

"Saint, huh?"

"Yes. So do your work." I gesture towards his laptop and shoot a quick glare at him, which shuts him up pretty quickly. A roll of his eyes and a badly concealed nervous glance in my direction and he goes back to typing.

I smirk, clicking onto our school program to submit my completed homework, then switch over to a word document to work on an assignment I received the other day.

A few minutes later a relieved sigh catches my attention and I watch from the corner of my eye as Hunter submits his - now existing - homework.

I smile to myself as his expression relaxes and he slumps in his seat. A few minutes later, the teacher calls out for all work to be submitted and we start our next topic.

"Alright, quiet down, kids. We gotta get a start on poetry."

A soft groan ripples through the class, but I sit up straighter in my seat, ears perked.

The rest of the lesson passes quickly as I lose myself in the rhythmic lull of rhyming words and flowing sentences.

Hunter spends much of the hour with his head planted firmly on his table, shoulders heaving with each exaggerated breath.

At one point during the lesson, when pretending to be choking himself out one boredom, I reached out and swiftly knocked the leg of his chair with my left foot. After nearly flipping backwards into the wall, he stopped all attempts at fake dying.

I chuckle at the memory. The look of horror on his face when he thought he'd fall backwards was priceless. And familiar.

So very, very familiar... God, chairs are scary.

I'm jolted out of the thought by the bell screaming at us that it's time for lunch. The class floods out the doors in record time and I find myself wondering how everyone always packs up and leaves so quickly.

Must be magic.

I leave the room behind Hunter and Trent, but pause in the doorway when Mr Ephimus calls my name.

"Julie?"

I walk to stand in front of his desk at the front of the classroom. "Hi, Mr E. Anything wrong?"

"No, no. I just saw how involved you were with the poetry today. You've been almost always that attentive in English so far, and I just wanted to say good job."

"Oh, well, I like English."

He chuckled. "I could tell. It's good."

"Thanks." I look towards the door.