"Pst, Courtney!"
Courtney shut her eyes, pen in hand, biting down hard on the cap as she desperately tried to ignore the pestering voice.
"Courtney?"
She took a deep breath, concentrating on the Spanish lesson.
"Any questions?" her teacher asked the class.
Courtney was about to raise her hand to ask about the quiz next week. But before she could bring her hand up to ask, the teacher spoke, "yea, Duncan?"
Duncan cleared his throat as he stood up. After hearing the commotion of the shuffling chairs an Duncan Doc Martin's hitting the floor Courtney turned around and stared at him, curiously.
He smirked at her and winked, "so, I was just wondering if Ms. Courtney Garcia would like to accompany me to Prom?"
The class began to attempt to stifle their snickers. Courtney's cheeks lite up as she turned away, huffing. Stating loud enough for the class to hear her, "as if I'd ever go with him."
"Settle down, class." the teacher hid her smirk as she sarcastically announced, "any serious questions?"
Little did they know, he was being dead serious.
LOL in honor of my anti-prom-ness tonight! Huzzah! :)
-Theater of the Mind