Preston laid down the lesson plan and bit his lip as he returned to his seat, knowing he wouldn’t be needed for a while, he got comfortable. The young teacher didn’t know how to go about confronting her. He noticed that she in fact noticed his staring and became cautious about looking over at her again. Isabella was pretty… No! He couldn’t afford to think that way. Instead of giving his mind time to wander, Preston looked back over at her and waited for her to notice so he could motion for her to come forward. He got her grade sheet, highlighting her missed work and test make-up opportunities.
He was staring. Rather intently, too, Izzy notes. She tries to look away to glance out the window, into the campus lawn sprawled outside, but Preston holds her gaze too little too much that she is unable to break away. Only then does Izzy notice how young he actually was. She’s always known that he was only in his twenties, a fresh grad, but she never really took the time to pay attention to him (probably because she never paid attention to his class either). Would it be wrong for her to say her professor’s kinda… cute? When he motions for her to come forward, her cheeks blush as if having been caught deep in her thoughts. She approaches, albeit rather slowly due to confusion, her mind hoping he was, in fact, calling her, and not the person next to or behind her. Otherwise, that’d be embarrassing.
Ava wanted to get this article done by noon, but she figured she could just come in early the next morning and finish it up for the both of them. She shrugged and looked towards the door, not sure whether he believed her or not, which surprisingly made her question how he viewed her. Being his best friend and all, she didn’t want Cole to feel as if he was, for the lack of a better word, her little bitch. “Cole, we’ve done enough here.” The brunette smirked, her hazel eyes beginning to sting from the lack and yearning to sleep. “I’ll just come back in in the morning, honestly, it’s no big deal. Let’s just go grab a drink… Maybe even head back to my apartment and hang out for a little bit?” Ava bit her lip and looked back over at him with a small sigh, waiting not-so-patiently for an answer.
Cole breathes out a sigh of relief. Running a hand through his hair, he says, “I thought you’d never ask.” He playfully winks at her, a teasing smirk on his face. Cole was shy, yes, definitely, but around Ava, he was a little less. Perhaps it was all due to how comfortable he now is around her; she had an effect that was just so homey to him. He’s glad she’s his best friend and has yet to abandon him; he isn’t quite sure what he’d do if she did. “Did you hear about the new bar that opened around your block? My mates have been telling me to try it out for a while but I never found the time to because”—he gestures towards the papers on his desk—“so…”
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"No one preferably." She responded immediately to her second question. Although she was mad at someone, she certainly didn’t want them to get hurt. Especially since it was her own foolish fault for having let herself be fooled by the minor advances that had been made on her.
"Is this about a boy?" Freya asks. She can’t help but fight the smirk on her face. "Or a girl…? I don’t really know your preference." But what she does know is that Allie’s definitely growing up… fast.
”I tried calling you several times and not once did you manage to pick up the phone to tell me that you were alright.” She acts like such a mom sometimes, she can’t help it. “J’ai été inquiété.”
"Just… around,” Freya says, dropping her bag on the kitchen countertop of their flat. She rolls her eyes at Maria speaking in French; Freya had recently taken up just so she could understand her roommate. “Nothing to worry about.”
"No. I don’t want ice cream right now." Allie replied, shaking her head stubbornly even if she knew her cousin couldn’t see her. She knew that Freya was only trying to help her, but she honestly didn’t feel like getting up from where she lay. Even for ice cream. She just felt so unmotivated to climb out from under her blanket just to stuff herself with ice cream. She just wanted to cry. To let it all out but she just couldn’t.
"What?" Freya gasps. “How can you not want ice cream?” But when her (rhetorical) question was met with silence, she sighs. “Allie, will you at least tell me what this is all about? Whose ass am I going to have to kick this time?”