Perfect love

Can You Be My Cover?

His gaze digs into my eyes as I hold on to the phone looking down.

"Are you kidding me? Are you fucking kidding me?! " he shouts, leaning on the table.

I look up to him and slam the phone on his books.

"I am not your dog. I am not your fucking pet! Do you get it, Jude?! You can't control who I talk to or who I spend my time with! So there you have your phone, and now I'm leaving," is at as I grab my bag and push the door, but irñt doesn't open.

"You need to pull," he says.

"Oh, thank you. My next option was gonna be opening it from bottom to top," I answer sarcastically.

This afternoon just keeps getting better.

First petty  Jude, which i still don't know if he was jealous or just annoying.

Then the fact that he shooed Mark away but didn't try to actually spend some time talking to me.

Also, the fact that he probably knows about my disappeared message but doesn't want to admit it.

I can't actually blame Mark for going off with Nelly and not being able to come with me but dude, it couldn't have been a worse moment.

But such a nice day.

I grab my bag and get out of the study room, closing the door with a slam.

What do I do now?

It's now been the second time today I've asked myself this question. It's becoming an annoying habit.

Maybe some sensible people are playing football.

I walk across campus to the field though no one's there. But a lonely ball lays in the middle of it and I silently thank whoever is up there.

I drop my bag and the grass and sprint to the middle of it.

I start shooting at the goal and practice my dribbles a bit as the sky grows dark.

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"Hey advanced-maths-girl!" someone shouts from one of the benches.

I look up to see one of the boys from the killing arrow trio.

"Hey! What are you doing here this late?" I ask back, stopping the ball with my feet.

"I could ask you the same," he answers as he slides down the small hill.

"I have a ball, should be more obvious, don't you think?" I tease.

Having a normal conversation after the last 10 hours seems unbelievable.

And some harmless flirting won't do me any bad.

"I was just walking through the streets, wondering if I would find that girl I saved from my friends the other day... Seems like I was lucky, huh?" he says with a small smirk.

Oho ho...

Smooth.

"Oh... Well, I was just thinking about what subject my savior could actually tutor me so I can start failing them too," I chuckle at his taken back expression, which morphs into an innocent smile.

"I'm afraid you'll have to do much thinking because I believe there's nothing I'm better than you at," he laughs.

A boy that knows how to talk to a girl...

Now this is interesting.

He sits down on the grass and I start walking towards him, putting my jecket on the ground before sitting besides him.