Chapter 8: Late Visits

                                    

                                          
♡Alyssa Bronx♡
Just as I got settled at my desk for the last period, the bell rings signalling the start of class. I usually sit at the back of the room so the teacher isn't always focused on me. Seriously, nobody likes being randomly called on, especially if they don't know the answer.
There's a knock on the classroom door and I look up, interested to see who it is. Our principal Mr. Puff, opens the door and walks in. And no he's not a fish, but everyone has their suspicions.
I had to do a double take at the student following slowly behind him, making sure I wasn't seeing things the first time. Mr. Puff exchanges words with Mr. Hale, then leaves soon after.
"Alright, you can just take a seat anywhere that's free." Mr. Hale says, walking over to his desk and searching through some papers. 
He stands at the front of the class for a few seconds, scanning all the possible seats, until his sapphire blue eyes make contact with mine. With a smirk, he walks over to the free spot on my right and takes a seat. 
"Hey sugar." He grins happily.
"Where did that come from?" I laugh. 
"What, do you not like it?" He fake pouts, while I shrug. 
"You're in a good mood." I change the topic.
"Because now I'm with you." I feel a slight blush creep up to my cheeks. 
"Stop it!" I whine, which only makes him laugh. 
"Ahem.. Alyssa, Blake? Would you like to pay attention? Or am I interrupting something?" Mr. Hale stands at the front of the room, with his hands resting on his hips. 
"Sorry." I mumble, slouching in my seat. To be honest, I didn't even realize he started talking. 
Mr. Hale goes on about our project once again. He does this every class as if we forgot about it already. When he's finished talking, he tells us to go ahead and continue working on it. 
"Do you know what you're gonna be doing for your pictures?" Blake asks, turning around in his seat, so he and his body are now facing me. 
"Um no, not really. I noted some down but..." I trail off not having a proper answer, shrugging my shoulders. "Do you?" I add.
"I don't know, I might." He smirks. 
"You might?" 
"Yeah." He nods his head.
"What is that supposed to mean?" I ask. 
"It means I have an idea, but I'm not sure about it yet."
"Well, what is it?" 
"It's a secret." He smiles, and I roll my eyes. 
He chuckles, "you do that a lot you know." My brows furrow in confusion. "Do what?"
"Roll your eyes." I caught myself just as I was about to roll them again.
"You say things that make me roll my eyes, that's why." He chuckles. 
"I can do other things to make them roll if you prefer." He smirks. My jaw involuntarily drops open. There's no way he just said that. I can feel my face heat up and I can only guess I look like a tomato right now. Blake's smirk only grows as he watches my reaction. 
"A-anyways..." I stutter out. I don't know how I'm supposed to respond to that, but I clearly gave him the reaction he was hoping for. 
"I didn't know you were even into photography." I mutter, changing the topic.