Your free period. Finally it came. You gathered some studying material together, whilst slacking a sigh of relief. Just this last hour and then you’d be free to go home at last! Though as your exams were just around the corner, you didn’t really have as much freedom as you’ve preferred.
But it was better than having loads of assignments and stuff dumped on you so you guessed you could swing with it. Your shoulder bag swinging against the back of your knees with every step you took you made your way to one of the empty lunch halls.
Your school being as big as it was, didn’t usually use vacated classrooms for free periods, instead opting for a huge room in which two teachers at most struggled to keep the peace and quiet.
Following the orders from the teacher on duty, you told her your name and class number before she allowed you to choose a seat. Rubbing your neck tiredly, you walked over to it and plonked yourself down, resting your head against the cool table for a moment. You set your bag on the chair next to you, so that when your friend turned up late as always, she’d have a place to sit at the very least.
After getting the kinks out of your back, you settled down for some studying and plugged yourself into your earphones, making sure that the volume wasn’t too loud in case someone asked you for something.
You got into your studying mindset, your brows furrowed as you analysed your texts and scribbles in the margins, doing your best to rewrite it neatly. You heard a scrape next to you, disrupting your trail of thought so you angrily snapped your gaze up.
The guy sat down in the seat next to you, not looking at you at all as he dropped your bag onto the floor carelessly . You saw some movement out of the corner of your eye, turning your head to see your friend waving animatedly at you. She was about to make her way towards you, but stopped when she saw the chair was already claimed.
Shrugging at you apologetically she found another seat on the other side of the room. Glaring at the thief, he obviously felt your gaze burning a hole in the side of his head. Glancing at you, he smirked cockily.
“That seat was actually kind of reserved for someone.” You snapped. One arm on the back of his seat, he laughed. “Well of course it was. It was reserved for my awesomeness right?” He said, not expecting an answer.
You sighed, there was no arguing with an idiot like him. Turning your attention to your books again, you kept shooting him little glares whenever you could. He didn’t get out any books, let alone a pen and just listened to music continually.
His head resting on his arms he just watched you the entire time, the obnoxiously loud music blaring through the black and yellow spotted headset. Ignoring him, you carried on writing until you finished your analysis.
“I can see you looking at me, what do you want?” you asked irritably.
He chuckled and smiled at you from where he was lying. “Who me? I wasn’t looking at you at all. You must be delusional liebe.”
You were about to growl at him and smack him over the head when what he said next, accompanied by his cocky grin made your heart skip a beat. “See, I’m positive I was staring at you.”