the teacher was late to class so everybody would be doing there own thing. you were sitting quietly at a desk by the window, enjoying the warm breeze as you would read a book. suddenly, two palms would slam down on you desk, there was davion, a wide jerky smirk on his face. aww, look what we have here! little miss perfect enjoying her little picture book? he would say teasingly, leaning against your desk slightly.
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