"Un, deux, trois." Blossom whispered, as she lay upon her desk with her fingers gently hovering over the pages of her French textbook.
"Quatre, cinq.." she repeated, her fingers brushing over the translations of the English numbers to French.
"... Six, sept, huit." a voice responded from in front of her desk. She looked up to a familiar and unwelcome sight.
"What are you doing here?" She stated as she closed her textbook, fixing her posture of that of a mature young woman.
"Just thought you needed help with your French, babe." the red-head looking down towards her smirked– his smug aura coming off him unimaginable.
"I told you to stop calling me that. People'll think we're a couple." she stated bluntly.
"You're saying we're not?" He cocked his head– looking even more smug than before.
"I already know you're into my sister." Her response was immediate. She did not enjoy being that jerk's little joke.
"Yet you can't state which one, can you." He said, as he reached into the pocket of his red hoodie. He grabbed, between the lint, a pack of chewing gum.
"Brick, I'm leaving if you keep on annoying me. You don't even care about French!" Blossom stood up and out of her chair.
Brick was shocked at how much less of a sissy pushover she was being than he had anticipated.
"Y'know, I came here to annoy you. And that's exactly what I'm gonna keep on doing!" he said, insincerity could be read through his voice– yet the opposite was shown on his face.
"Class is over, by the way, if you don't want a teacher to mark you absent you best get going." Blossom told him with a smug grin on her face– the same one Brick had earlier.