Chapter 8: Something Blossoming
Cagalli stood in the doorway, breathless. All eyes were on her. Immediately, she felt her face heat up.
"Sorry I'm late," she said as she closed the door behind her.
The teacher furrowed his brow.
"Coming in five—even 10—minutes after the start of class is late. But, coming in" -he looked at his wristwatch-"with 15 minutes left of the class is inexcusable, Miss Yula."
"There was something urgent that I—"
"Just take your seat! We can discuss it afterward."
With her head bowed, she walked to her seat. Most of the students watched her as she did so, and she had to fight the urge of scolding them for it. Her stomach tossed when she noticed Athrun was among those looking at her. She averted her gaze as she took her seat behind him.
Once seated, he turned around to face her (the teacher was busy writing on the board), and he slid his notebook onto her desk.
"You can copy my notes," he whispered. "we went over a lot today. No rush. You can give them back before the start of class tomorrow."
"You sure?" she said, opening the book.
He gave her a reassuring smile and nod, then went back to looking at the white board. If possible, her face got even hotter.
"Where ya going, Kira?" Tolle said.
Cagalli looked up from her tray, mouth stuffed with potatoes.
"I'm going to sit with Athrun today," he responded.
Cagalli quickly stood up, her knee hitting the underside of the table, but she ignored the developing pain.
"I'll come, too!"
Her friends looked at her with wide eyes. In a matter of seconds, she was by Kira's side. He smiled.
"Let's go."