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didn’t need the sun to achieve it. High cheek bones and smooth skin were decorated by a nice, wide mouth and eyes the colour of emeralds. Against his dark hair, they could do nothing else but draw you in.
“I thought I’d come introduce myself,” he said, reaching out a hand.
I looked at it as though I’d never seen anything like it. The question “why” was on the tip of my tongue. Thankfully Chloe had enough sense to stretch across me and take his hand.
“Chloe Morgan,” she said as I continued to blink at him in confusion. His gaze went to her briefly before returning to me. Those lips were tilted up in a smile that had me just as entranced as his eyes.
“Adrien,” he said.
I felt Chloe nudge me discreetly. Snapping out of it, I took his hand, swallowing as he enclosed mine tightly in his. “Honor,” I said, quickly letting go.
“Nice to meet you,” he said. He settled back in his seat, stretching out his long legs as he crossed them at the ankles. “So this is what the front of the class looks like.”
I looked around, peering up at the other students way above us, wondering again why he was sitting here with us. I turned back to him.
“I’m amazed that you two can manage to stay awake up here,” he said.
“Well we like to actually learn ,” I replied. “Since we’re paying for this education and all.”
He chuckled. “We’re all paying for this education.”
“I guess that just makes us smarter then.”
He nodded. “Probably. I’d say seventy percent of first years are going to waste their money.”
“And what percentage would you fall into?” I asked.
He smirked. “I guess we’ll see when midterms come.”
He didn’t look as though he were ready to leave, not even when our professor walked in. I looked over at Chloe who simply shrugged as she got her pen out. Adrien was doing the same when I turned back to him. He caught me watching him, his brows rising in question.
“Is it okay if I sit here?” he asked.
I shrugged. “I guess so.”
He laughed. “Well don’t sound so sure of yourself now.”
“I’m just trying to figure out why you’re sitting here,” I replied honestly. “Most of the students stay back there,” I said, hitching my thumb over my shoulder.
“Yeah, but I figured you two are more interesting than any of them.” He got out his notebook, writing the date on the top as if that statement was a perfectly reasonable explanation.
I didn’t understand this man at all.
And I would still wonder about him for the rest of the week as he sat with us every day. He greeted us each morning as though we’d all known each other for years. Throughout class, he’d listen and take notes just as studiously as we would, but would also whisper jokes that had both of us laughing. Honestly? Adrien made the class fun. He had this whole carefree, happy-go-lucky kind of vibe to him, and I found myself looking forward to seeing him in class by the time Thursday came around.
On Friday he even brought us coffees, which put him way up in both our books. The strangest thing of all, was he didn’t really flirt with us either. Of course, that was what I had assumed were his initial intentions. Yet, he surprised me by keeping everything light and friendly.
“So, what kind of dance do you do?” he asked as we walked out of class on Friday. Chloe had run out ahead of us to meet Kyle in the parking lot. They were going away on some romantic trip that weekend, so I knew she wouldn’t be around the apartment building. I just prayed Cat didn’t get the urge to go out again. I didn’t think I could handle it two weekends in a row.
I looked over at Adrien in surprise. “What makes you think I’m a dancer?”
He laughed, rolling his eyes as we walked side by side. “It’s obvious, Honor.”
He laughed harder at the confused look on my face.
“First of all, you sit and walk like a dancer. Most girls have horrible posture, but yours is nice and straight. If I took
“I thought I’d come introduce myself,” he said, reaching out a hand.
I looked at it as though I’d never seen anything like it. The question “why” was on the tip of my tongue. Thankfully Chloe had enough sense to stretch across me and take his hand.
“Chloe Morgan,” she said as I continued to blink at him in confusion. His gaze went to her briefly before returning to me. Those lips were tilted up in a smile that had me just as entranced as his eyes.
“Adrien,” he said.
I felt Chloe nudge me discreetly. Snapping out of it, I took his hand, swallowing as he enclosed mine tightly in his. “Honor,” I said, quickly letting go.
“Nice to meet you,” he said. He settled back in his seat, stretching out his long legs as he crossed them at the ankles. “So this is what the front of the class looks like.”
I looked around, peering up at the other students way above us, wondering again why he was sitting here with us. I turned back to him.
“I’m amazed that you two can manage to stay awake up here,” he said.
“Well we like to actually learn ,” I replied. “Since we’re paying for this education and all.”
He chuckled. “We’re all paying for this education.”
“I guess that just makes us smarter then.”
He nodded. “Probably. I’d say seventy percent of first years are going to waste their money.”
“And what percentage would you fall into?” I asked.
He smirked. “I guess we’ll see when midterms come.”
He didn’t look as though he were ready to leave, not even when our professor walked in. I looked over at Chloe who simply shrugged as she got her pen out. Adrien was doing the same when I turned back to him. He caught me watching him, his brows rising in question.
“Is it okay if I sit here?” he asked.
I shrugged. “I guess so.”
He laughed. “Well don’t sound so sure of yourself now.”
“I’m just trying to figure out why you’re sitting here,” I replied honestly. “Most of the students stay back there,” I said, hitching my thumb over my shoulder.
“Yeah, but I figured you two are more interesting than any of them.” He got out his notebook, writing the date on the top as if that statement was a perfectly reasonable explanation.
I didn’t understand this man at all.
And I would still wonder about him for the rest of the week as he sat with us every day. He greeted us each morning as though we’d all known each other for years. Throughout class, he’d listen and take notes just as studiously as we would, but would also whisper jokes that had both of us laughing. Honestly? Adrien made the class fun. He had this whole carefree, happy-go-lucky kind of vibe to him, and I found myself looking forward to seeing him in class by the time Thursday came around.
On Friday he even brought us coffees, which put him way up in both our books. The strangest thing of all, was he didn’t really flirt with us either. Of course, that was what I had assumed were his initial intentions. Yet, he surprised me by keeping everything light and friendly.
“So, what kind of dance do you do?” he asked as we walked out of class on Friday. Chloe had run out ahead of us to meet Kyle in the parking lot. They were going away on some romantic trip that weekend, so I knew she wouldn’t be around the apartment building. I just prayed Cat didn’t get the urge to go out again. I didn’t think I could handle it two weekends in a row.
I looked over at Adrien in surprise. “What makes you think I’m a dancer?”
He laughed, rolling his eyes as we walked side by side. “It’s obvious, Honor.”
He laughed harder at the confused look on my face.
“First of all, you sit and walk like a dancer. Most girls have horrible posture, but yours is nice and straight. If I took
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