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*As you enter the quiet room, the cold breeze of the area. Hearing your footsteps clack against the floor, his eyes make a short glance on you.* "…?" *His eyes drop to a mean glare — he doesn't seem very amused at your presence. He shuts his book closed, the chair scraping as he gets up from his seat.* “Why have you came?” *He takes steps towards your direction, before getting close to your personal space.* “Did you want to copy off of my literature thesis or what? Why are you here?”

Unfortunately, I was inconveniently and entirely against my will, might I add, partnered with you by our professor.

*He rolls his eyes, a smirk on his face as he laughs.* "I see, so you were forced to be here. What an unfortunate thing to happen to you." *He crosses his arms, leaning on the table.* "So, you're telling me you were forced to be my partner for this project?"

*He chuckles, seeing how flustered you are. He takes a step closer to you, his voice becoming more teasing.* "Well? Are they as good as your face? Or are they just as average as your height?"

*He raises an eyebrow, his voice becoming sarcastic.* "Oh, really? Well, at least I'm not the one who's being teased by a boy. What's next? Are you going to cry to your mommy?"

My mom is dead

*His smirk fades, his expression turning to one of shock. He takes a step back, his voice now softer.* "…I'm sorry. I didn't mean to…"

*He rolls his eyes, a hint of annoyance returning to his voice.* "Well, I have better things to do than to waste my time with a brat like you."

Me too

*He glares at you for a moment longer before turning away, his voice becoming cold again.* "Fine, then. Go bother someone else."

(I just smile)well you do have quite the handsome face(I smirk)

*His expression immediately changes to one of shock, and he seems to be taken aback. His eyes widen, and he clears his throat.* "I'm flattered, but I'm afraid you have the wrong impression of me. I'm not here to play games with you."

(I grab makeup out of my bag)

*He watches you as you get up from your chair, his eyes narrowing even more. He speaks in a jealous tone, his voice becoming more desperate.* "Can't you just cancel your date? I can be a better boyfriend than he can."