Suspect

Troyes POV

I watched as students poured out of their classrooms, a new adrenaline in the halls as the last bell of the day sounded. Fighting against the crowd I made my way to the end of the hall, spotting the blonde quiff I was searching for. A smirk playing on my lips, I quickened my pace in his direction, a plan forming in my mind as I zigzagged through the oncoming students. Dodging his view as he turned his head, I placed my self behind his back, preparing my hands for the surprise attack, when he turned around and landed a hand on my chest, affectionately stopping me.

"Can you not?" He asked sassily, clearly not enthused with my antics.
I felt disappointment pull my lips into a frown, hunching my shoulders in defeat, seeing as he had sensed my plan before I could fulfill it.

"Sorry," I scoffed, rolling my eyes in response to his attitude. "Just wanted to mess with you, I haven't had a chance all day,"

"I'm aware and I'm determined not to let you, seeing as you get me every single day," he replied, sticking his tongue out at me teasingly.

Opening my mouth to reply with a witty comeback I was caught off guard when a pair of hands dug into my sides, fingers mercilessly dancing across my skin.

"Stop, stop!" I shrieked, waiting for the hands to cease their tickling. I whipped around, face understandably flushed, only to find Connor smirking in front of me.

"Connor! Why would you do that?" I exclaimed, still flustered and heaving, slightly out of breath.

"Oh you know, just getting you back for earlier when you attacked me in front of Zoe," he explained, mirth shining in his eyes. "She's been making fun all day, so I decided I ought to teach you a lesson. Why do you even do this to us anyways?" Connor questioned me.

"Yeah, what did we do to you?" Tyler added, arching his eyebrow in suspicion.

I took a minute to ponder this, actually wondering why I took it upon myself to tease them at least once a day. Realizing I didn't have a valid response, I simply shrugged my shoulders deciding to change the subject.

"Connor don't we have a girlfriend to shop for or something?"

"Oh yeah we do, don't we?" Tyler said, rummaging in his pocket for his keys as we made our way down the hall and towards the exit. Connor and I trailed closely behind, a gust of bitter winter wind greeting us when Tyler pushed the double doors open.

"Have you decided what to get Zoe yet?" Tyler nudged Connor with his shoulder as he spoke, successfully making him stumble into me.

"Nah, I just figured we'd take a look around some different shops until something stood out," Connor replied as he regained his balance. I took in the nearly empty parking lot we were crossing, admiring the white layer of frost that had covered the expanse of our campus. A shriek from Tyler snapped me out of my thoughts as his hand thumped against my chest, stopping me from going further.

"Are you serious?!" Tyler exclaimed, incredulously. "You've been dating for almost a year now and it never occurred to you to ever ask, or even think of something to get her for Christmas?"

"Well- uh, I mean - um, I don't know," Connor answered timidly, not meeting Tyler's glare as he fidgeted with the hem of his sweater.

"I'm ashamed," Tyler stated blatantly, continuing our path to his snow dusted car.

"Give him a break Ty," I interrupted, "it's not like he forgot entirely. We'll find something, I'm sure."

"Oh I know we will," Tyler said, the corners of his mouth twitching into a sly smile which could only mean one thing.

"Tyler what are you hiding," Connor asked in a knowing tone, not amused with Tyler's answering chuckle.

"Oh, just the fact that I may have known you're the worst boyfriend ever and would have no idea what to get your own girlfriend, so I took it upon myself to ask Zoe what she would like. I think the silver charm bracelet she mentioned to you back in November is something she wouldn't mind receiving." He finished, settling into the drivers seat. Connor and I cast a glance at each other as we climbed into the car, I assuming my usual place in the shotgun seat.