A day has passed and they have class again. Once again, April was already there early. Keith saw other seats this day but, something brought him to go sit next to her again. And that something was the fact that he couldn't take his mind off of her ever since that argument they had the first class.
Keith sat down next to her which surprised her but, she only rolled her eyes and paid him no mind. But, then it bothered her, she looked around at all the other empty seats.
"So, you chose to sit here because..." April said to him with obvious attitude in her tone.
"Because I can sit where ever I want." He answered obviously, rolling his eyes.
"You choose to sit next someone you don't like, though." She squinted her eyes looking at him, tilting her head.
"I never said I didn't like you." He looked at her in the eyes through the glasses he had on today to complement his outfit choice. He bit his lip and looked her up and down which made April blush and look away from him. He was being a flirt and she knew it. "April, how about we start over?"
"Start over? Powers, you're cute." She chuckled, taking his comment as a joke.
"I'm serious. I'm sorry for the way I acted the other day towards you." He spoke more settle like. No attitude, he wasn't being an asshole.
April laughed, "Okay, what's the real reason your apologizing for?"
"I'm just being the bigger person, April." He smiled. His smile probably killed every brain cell and thought train in her mind. She couldn't speak afterwards. She had to admit, he was fine but, she already had Khalil, she couldn't do that to him.
"Okay, class, take your seats!" Their professor, Donna Combs, said walking to the front of the class. All of the students turned their attention to the teacher along wit April who shyly looked away from Keith and down at her text book. Keith stared at her for a little while longer, smirking, before turning away to face Professor Combs.
In the middle of the lecture that, April was fully engaged in, she felt a hand on her thigh. It was coming from the right of her which only could mean it was Keith. She looked over at him and he was completely focus with a pencil in his right hand but, his left on her thigh.
She looked back at Professor Combs and slowly removed his hand but, it found its way back there. Now, his hand was going up and down her thigh. April flared her nose trying to fight the urge to let him put his hands in her pants at the moment because she was starting to get moist.
His large hand gripped her thigh, tight causing her to take in a deep breath. The boy next to her tapped her shoulder and looked at her crazy. Keith quickly removed his hand away.
"Hey, you okay?" The boy whispered.
"I'm fine, thank you." April smirked before turning away awkwardly back to look at the professor. The boy minded his business too.
Keith's hand made a reappearance on her thigh again, rubbing his hand up and down it again. She wish he'd stop but, then again, she wish he wouldn't.
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After class, April was on her way go get lunch. It didn't matter to her. Keith caught up to her, running, clutching on to his book bag.
