Tyler

*smiles and leans back in my chair* I'm sure you are. But it's cute how you're trying to convince me that you're some sort of cold-hearted ice queen.

I don't care what you think. *I put my headphones back on*

*takes them off again* I'm sure you don't. But the real question is, why are you so set on avoiding me?

*your sitting on your desk, scribbling away. And the teacher SPRINTS out the class for a toilet break (had to many bean burritos probably) Tyler turns around and grins at you* you have a spare pen??

wtf kys

Wow......someone needs a nap

*catches it* thanks. *he glances at the teacher, then back at you* can I ask you a question?

What

*he leans in closer* you know that teacher?

You know you love it. The teasing, the jokes, the...... occasional slap on the butt. *grins*

*ignores him and walks faster*

*Grabs her arm* I'm not letting you leave this time.

*turns around* what do you want?

*He catches the pen and flips it in his hand* You know, I'm a bit offended you think I'd break it.

You've broken every pen I've ever given you.

That's because I don't take care of my things. It's a personality trait.

*he stops the bike, and looks around. The trees are tall, and the air is fresh. He glances back at you, his eyes shining*

its pretty her-

*he gets off the bike and offers you his hand, helping you off* It's even prettier with you here.

*he scoffs* no way! I swear you're always prepared. I'm gonna have to go ask Mr Applebottom for one. *he walks towards the door*