
@croccin-champagne
"Oh! Can I help?"
"Oh! Can I help?"
“Of course you can.” She responded, forcefully pulling her gaze away from the guy that she’d been staring at.
"So who is he?" She asked, her hand finding L's and squeezing.
“I don’t want to talk about it” she replied, staring at the desk in front of her, her tone cold.
She looked up at the other girl and nodded. "M'kay. Let's talk about your favorite oreo flavor instead?"
“Thanks…” she wasn’t sure if Rook was going to drop it or not. She was thankful that she did.
"So, favorite flavor?"
“Mint obviously. What’s yours?”
"Rocky road! Mint is pretty good too though."
She nodded like ‘okay it’s acceptable for me to still date you’
"So does that translate over into your icecream flavors?" She asked, glad the teacher wasn't there.
“Pretty much. I like to switch it up a lot with ice cream though.”
Rook ate another cookie. "You ever had pistachio icecream?"
“Nope. I’m not much of a nut person.”
"That's disappointing, and gay."
“What can I say. I loathe all men except for me…whenever I am one.”
She snorted. "That was literally the most beautiful sentence I've ever heard."
“Thanks Rookie.” She laughed with her.
The class quieted down ass the teacher, a man in a sweater and thick framed glasses, walked in.
L gave Rookie a look like ‘oh no’ and ate another Oreo.
"Hello class. I'm Mr. Walshire, and I'll be your teacher this semester." He said, pointing at the white board that all ready had his name on it.
Rook was muffling snickers with her hand.
L gave her an amused look.
"He's so nerdy." She whispered in between muffled giggles.
“Shush you’re gonna get us in trouble.” She responded, elbowing her. Really she was also trying not to laugh.
"I thought you wanted in on that?"
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