Tapping my fingers on his desk, I stretched my neck in order to look at him directly. With a large smile, I blinked my eyes. "It won't hurt to tell the teacher about your sketches during lessons. You'll get a detention at least," I said. His eyes lowered for a moment after I said this. With a short sigh, he turned to me with a chuckle.
"Didn't realize I had a cunning sitting partner," he criticized. I smiled again and moved my hands from his desk. "When will you be available?" I asked while pushing a strand of my hair from my face to the back of my ear.
He stared at me and shaking his head after putting the sketching papers aside. "Tuesdays and Thursdays after school at the court." I responded with a sharp nod. I smiled mischievously crossing my legs beneath the desk. I turned abruptly w
