I heard footsteps for around 10 minutes then turned around to see Arin walk off the classroom with a quick glance around then strolling briskly towards me. My throat was pounding.
"Why do you talk so much? " he asked me, standing next to him.
I smirked. "Why do you stay so quiet?"
He drew his eyebrows back, gazing at me with a half smile that didn't quite match his eyes. For a split second I though I could sense something flicker in his face, a slight hesitation before he lost his gaze, almost painfully minor, but enough to make my chest hot. "No reason. "
I mirrored his expression. "Well, no reason for me either."
A silence had settled between us but it wasnt awkward. It was... comfortable. We leaned against the wall looking the same way down at the same spot in the distance But I couldnt help but notice how his eyes were still on my hands, a minute or two of glance before he swiftly turned away. Was he checking to see if I was fidgeting?
After a second glance at me he looked again. "But... it must be hurting, right? I blinked, confused. "Huh? No, my feet don't hurt." He chuckled softly with his head tilted up but there was some inconspicuous warmness to his voice that made something in my heart vibrate. "Hehe. I guess I'll start.
As he turned away I began to shout before I could stop myself "Wait! What are you going? I thought the teacher kicked you out too? "
He turned back around and looked at me with his eyes twinkling like a child. "Nope. Not going to the washroom. Wanna come along?
I laughed to cover the little flutter in my stomach. " Don't talk about shit. "
I turned my gaze away, but my mind was racing.
Wait... did he really just come out to check on me?
There was a weird heat in my chest. Very little... about a bit of something... but there it was.
And somehow, that was enough to make me smile.