here without you

44

"Great, now we're going to be late."

I pick up my sweater from the ground and put it back on.

"Well, it was definitely worth it."

I turn around to Jade. She's grinning just as wide as I am.

"Just put on your clothes, so we can go," I say.

She walks over to me, puts her hands on my neck, and places her mouth on mine.

"Jade -" She kisses me again. "We have to go," I mumble. "Right now." Another kiss. "We really have to go."

She sighs. "Alright, spoilsport."

She lets go of me, gets her clothes and puts them on. I hold out my hand to her, and she takes it. We leave my house.

"We could just not go, you know," Jade says. "French class is literally useless. It's just us sitting there and not understanding anything at all."

"Well, you are right. But we really can't skip. I'm sure Madame Laurent would kill us if we did that."

She unlocks her car. I get in it, and so does Jade.

"She's gonna kill us anyway," Jade says, "because we're late, and she hates both of us. Especially you."

We arrive at the school, about twenty minutes too late for class. After Jade has knocked on the door, we enter the classroom. Madame Laurent scowls at us the second she sees us.

"Sorry, we're late, Madame -"

"Nous sommes dans le cours de français, Mademoiselle Foxton!"

"Oui, pardon. Je suis, um... Je...." I look at Jade, silently asking her for help.

"Um," she says, thinking. "Nous sommes très désolées de... de -"

Madame Laurent snaps at us to shut up and to sit down.

We take our seats in the last row.

"I told you she hates us," Jade whispers, which makes me laugh. I see Madame Laurent shooting a furious look at me. I immediately stop laughing.

Madame Laurent seems to be so mad at Jade and me that she doesn't even try to include us into the lesson. However,  both of us are actually pretty fine with that. We just spend the whole lesson chatting and joking.

At some point I start doodling on my notebook. Jade notices, and for a while she just watches me drawing, not saying anything. Then, I look at her. I quietly ask her what she would like. She looks at me for a second before she tells me. I draw her request - a pumpkin -, and then I ask her for another one.

We do this - Jade telling me what to draw, and me drawing it - for the rest of the lesson, and I enjoy it. I enjoy drawing her wishes, and I enjoy looking at her face when she sees the results. Her whole face is lit up, and there's this sparkle in her eyes.

When the lesson is over, Jade and I get up and walk to my locker. I open it, tossing in my French book.

"I hate French class, Jade."

"I know, Roze. But who doesn't?"

"I guess people who are total dumbasses."

I see Jade's dimples appearing. She says, "But you know what I love?"

"What?"

"Your drawings."

I look at her. She's wearing that one lip bite smile which I find hot and cute at the same time. Right now there's nothing I want more than to step closer to her and kiss her.