"I did actually, expect something like this from you, Anna." Dany said, with one helluva serene expression spread across her small, round face, lips crunched up like she were pouting for a picture with her 1978's college mates. She stood up from her initial position, placed her hands firmly on the desk before her, leaned a little, causing her frame less  glasses to slip towards the tip of her nose. She pushed them back and continued, then with her forehead all wrinkled up, "I do not know why you skipped one important class, nor do I wish to know. " I was staring at her face, to try and trace out her beautiful son's image somewhere, there. I could actually, feel his face's softness on her face, at some points. Maybe if she could just sit there, not talk, not demand uncomfortable stuffs from her students, she was a little less demonic than she was thought to be.

"It's a no brainier that you're entitled to detention after school, is it?"

I did not like it. But I could spend hours, in silence, just replaying scenes from the day before. But that would not make the 3 wasted hours feel any less wasted or gross. I frowned a little but did not say a thing because it was actually quite a no brainier.

I was just sitting there, in an empty classroom, staring at random objects stuck to the dull white walls, like a boring clock, a picture of "the class of 16", an unnecessary portrait, another portrait that was drawn by some pass out who is supposedly dead by now. I was wishing to not be the only one suffering a detention, but wishes were never meant to be fulfilled. What, has nobody been a bad child today?  

I let my head flop into the hollow that I had created with my arms.

After a while I heard the door squeak open (not mentioning how much that squeak actually bugged me), and the visitor gently pushed it close. Probably Dany, I thought.

I raised my head up, the most unwilling force was the sanction, face permeated with irritation and saw a gorgeous smirking face ahead of me, with the body of a Greek God, leaning against the teacher's desk, arms folded and feet crossed.

"I knew it was you", he said bringing his grin back.

"You wish!", I exclaimed.

Chester laughed, showcasing, like he always did, his Godly set of teeth, and continued, "What were you even thinking?"

"I don't know, I'm not sure.", I wasn't.

"Sure about what? About the kiss? Are you telling me that you are not quite happy with it?", I didn't know what exactly did his expression convey.

I heard my heart drop with a loud 'thud'. 

"Chester, no. I wasn't quite sure about you being happy with it."

"Why would I go for it if I didn't want it?"

He detached his hip from the table and started walking into my direction, with slow, and slower steps.

"I don't know why would somebody as faultless as you would want to kiss me, or even want to be seen around me."

He came closer.

"It is not that. I can't tell you whether I have fallen in love with you or not. But I'd love to fuck with your mood by not being there sometimes, mess your hair up, get you all annoyed, to the point where you'd just hate me. I'd also love to go sip coffee with you, at 12 am. Also, I want to kiss you again sometime sooner."

He was up close against my face, looking like him. His eyes told me it was real, his words made it seem harder to judge.

"Like, now." He said and leaned in for a gentle, more soothing, soft kiss. So rhythmic it was, this time. Just as good, if not better.

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