I KNOW I KEEP SAYING THIS, BUT THIS ONE IS LITERALLY MY NEW FAVORITE...MAYBE IT'S BECAUSE I CAN PICTURE THIS HAPPENING ON THE SHOW?
RANDOM WORD: POSITIONING
"Why are you standing there?" She shoves him unceremoniously aside as she flips the lock and enters her combination with one hand while balancing her books and her morning tea.
"Classes haven't started yet and only nerds go to class before the bell." He attempts to grab the mug from atop her pile, but she maneuvers it just out of his grasp.
"Don't touch and I don't care why you're standing there. I meant, why are you standing there. Right in front of my locker. Frankly, it's creepy and a little desperate." She shoves her Algebra book into her locker with more force than strictly necessary.
"I figured we should talk."
"No." She fixes him with a glare that he's sure is meant to be menacing, but is rather cute. "We shouldn't talk. We shouldn't meet and you shouldn't be standing here in front of my locker. Powers and alcohol and drunken confessions are never meant to see the light of day."
"But we kiss…"
"Shhhhh! Stop your mouth from moving. I mean it." She makes the motioning of locking her mouth and throwing away the key. "We did no such thing. You were put under compulsion and that's why you think that. I played with your memory."
"Okay, A, that makes no sense, and B, compulsion is an exclusively vampire trait, Broomsticks."
"Don't call me Broomsticks!" Her outrage is the perfect opportunity for him to snatch the cup. She seriously considers kicking him when he takes a swig from her mug.
"Thanks." He leans in close and she holds her breath, but doesn't back away. "That's why you taste like honey, huh?" The bell rings and he moves down the hall. She's nearly five minutes late for her first class and by that time her tea is cold. She drinks it anyway.
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