It All Started With a Comment

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"What, why did you call me?" Leo rolled his eyes as he left the classroom door. He was in faded ripped jeans, which were severed from the mid-thigh down to the knees.

"Scooch," someone said from behind them, and Leticia let Kenedy through. It was that idiot, and she couldn't even say please.

Leticia took her attention to Leo once again, she had gotten too distracted by Noire, who was going by. Leticia couldn't help but stare menacingly as Noire walked into the classroom, quickly moulding into her large circle of friends.

"That little," Leticia started, not knowing how to end her sentence, instead she growled.

Still enraged, Leticia was surprised when she felt something on her shoulder.

She turned; it was Leo's hand, and it made a chill run down her spine. Not because his hand was cold, but rather the sensation.

Chucklingly, she quickly recovered from her small fit of rage and turning to him with a smile.

"You're welcome," he said cockily, and Leticia went to slap his cheek playfully.

When he touched his cheek, she was surprised. It took her head a few seconds to comprehend it, but she was pleasantly surprised.

"What?" He gave her a puzzled look, and without telling him, she gripped his chin hard, and stroked it with all her fingers but her thumb, "Ooh, prickly," she said to his stubble as if it were a small child.

"Is that what you called me out for," Leo questioned, crossing his arms over his chest.

"No," Leticia said, peering back into the clear slit of the door, and looking at the classroom. "Idiot," she said under her breath.

"What?" Leo snapped at her, giving her a sarcastic smile as she let go of his chin.

"Nothing," she stroked his miniature Adam's Apple, and her sprung back as if he had been shot- obviously he was ticklish.

As he walked back towards her, his hands were crossed over his chest.

"Paper register," someone inside the classroom should, and Leticia poked her head in to show that she and Leo were in.

"Thanks, boo." Leticia rolled her eyes.

Leo leaned against the other side of the wall, who was attached to the large window of the History library. It was a dreary and boring place, however, what was now restricting it from view was not.

Leo was wearing a tight black t-shirt, and Leticia, being a victim to her own hormones, couldn't stop herself from looking. She shook her head animatedly as if she were clearing her head. As the clouds cleared from her mind, Leticia told Leo to get his bag.

"Yes ma'am," he barked, saluting her.

Leticia had been a scout for a few years, and so she was appalled at his presentation of the action. "Long way up, then short way down," she corrected.

"That's what she said," Leo taunted, wiggling his eyebrows. Leticia hit his bicep in annoyance, but what she felt was hard- rock hard.

He must have actually have gotten those weights for Christmas, Leticia thought, hiding her fist behind her back so that he wouldn't see how hard it is.

Leticia finally remembered what she called him out for, and the bell rang.

"I've got Maths," said Leo, forgetting that Leticia did also, and they walked together as the halls began to fill up with more and more people.

Leticia thought back to the boy. "Who was that guy in front of you?"

Leo shrugged his shoulders, "Damn, imagine being new after Christmas."

Leticia fingered the piece of paper in my pocket, remembering the name. "Yeah, imagine."

"Bollocks," Leo muttering. "Left my textbook. Go on without me."

He has already turned, when Leticia got her idea. "Leo, come back. I'll never let go, I promise." She quoted the movie like it was a second language.

He turned and gave her a sarcastic smile, before pulling his finger across his throat and snapped his neck to one side to mock death.

- - -

The teacher was not there yet, and in boredom, Leticia got out her phone and searched up the username in her pocket.

Hey.

"Boo," Leo said from above her, waving his thick textbook in the air. "Whatcha up to?" But Leticia shook her head, for some reason, she didn't want him to know.

Leo sat down next to her, and when he did, he noticed a piece of paper next to his chair. "Hey is this," he said to Leticia as he read it.

"Nevermind," he shook his head, and he screwed up the piece of paper, slotting it into his exercise book. Leo knew it was hers, but now he needed to know who this person was.