"Hey Sav!"
Savannah watches from the corners of her eyes as some long blonde locks fall into her view, some baby blue eyes appearing quickly after. The male leans his head against the wall as he watches her place all of her school belongings into her bag and sling it over her shoulder.
"Stupid textbooks," she mutters, shifting the weight on her shoulders.
She then turns to Luke, a smile present on her face. He starts to smile back, and then reaches around to take her bag for her.
"Let me carry this for you. It's the least I can do."
"But I haven't even done anything for you," she retorts, trying to reach for her bag from his grasp.
"I know. I know," he says. "I just want to do something nice for you."
Savannah nods, finally giving in. They begin to walk down the hall and to the secluded area of the school where they usually sit among their friends. While walking, the crowds in the hall begin to worsen, and the two stick to eachothers side in order to make it through. Only a few centimetres from the door does the worst possible thing happen.
A small boy, possibly only in grade 7 or 8, comes running through. He barges his way in, laughing hysterically. Luke tries to immediately move out of the way, but still takes the full force of the boy against his torso. Well, usually it would be his torso.
In an attempt to not drop Savannah's belongings, he squeezes the bag to his chest. The boy slips through, but so does something else. Soon, Lukes hands are covered in a sticky, chocolate substance, and he looks at Savannah for help. She rushes to his side and very carefully removes the bag from his chest. The aftermath is horrible. All Savannah can see plastered over his trademarked school uniform is her two chocolate stampedes, which she especially packed just for today. She decides to forgive and forget just this once since it's just Luke.
"We need to get you cleaned up," Savannah mutters, picking up her bag. "And this too."
They begin to walk to the office so that Luke can borrow a spare shirt to wear for the rest of the day. Mid way through the hall, Luke stops.
"I have an idea. Just trust me," Luke smiles reassuringly.
He reaches for Savannah's hand and pulls her across the hall, looking both ways to make sure no one was around. Quickly, he opens the janitors closet and pulls her inside. He fumbles with the lock and eventually settles for what he thinks is shut.
Savannah's eyes follow his figure curiously as she drops her bag onto the ground and watches. He moves closer to her, backing her up into the corner. Her eyes widen when he grasps her waist and pulls her into a passionate and sexy kiss. He brakes it only moments later to peel his sticky shirt from his chest.
Luke smells like chocolate stampedes. Savannah moans, running her hands along his chest. He immediately gets to work on her shirt as she tugs on his belt. As soon as her shirt hits the floor, he pushes his jeans down his lanky legs. He decides to keep his shoes on. He doesn't know why.
