Roommates

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Alexis's POV
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Art History is probably one of my least favorite classes. I only took it because I had to. I sit in my seat, my legs crossed and my head resting on my hand, and doodle on our worksheet, not caring about her strict 'no doodling' rule. This class is so boring. The mean old crab drones on about art for 2 hours in the most monotone voice. It's like she's a mean robot. I wish I could get out of this class. That's when the door opens. I snake a quick glance at the door to see who's there, hoping it's someone to keep her busy for a while. I look, then I see him. Blake. I whip my head back around and stare at him. What is he doing here? He doesn't have this class. He should be in his World History class.

"Mr. Morgan. What are you doing here? You don't have this class." The old witch spits in his face.

"I was wondering if you could teach me about that um, that Vincent guy." He says, sounding like a 5 year old.

I can't help but chuckle at that. The crabs face was priceless.

" "That Vincent guy" very clever." She says, quoting him. "Go sit in row 2." She says, pointing to a seat right in front of me. He walks up and sees me and winks. I can't help but blush. I mean, it's embarrassing. He goes and sits next to Reid. Ugh that guy tried to get me to sleep with him so many times this year and last year. I pushed him off and try to ignore him, but he's so pushy. Blakes face twists into anger after Reid says something, and it looks like he wants to punch him in the face. It's actually kinda funny. I try to conceal the smile playing on my lips as his face convulsevs into a bunch of different emotions. He huff and scribbles something on a piece of paper and throws it back at me. I freeze. The witch can't see this, and I know she has because she's eyeing me. I carefully pick it up and open it and see Blakes scribble handwriting and read the note. Meet me at the water fountain on the third floor. We need to talk. It says. I freeze. What does he want to talk about?

"Alexis! What did that heathen give to you?" She yells, running up the stairs and snaking it out from under my book. I freeze.

" 'Meet me at the water fountain on the third floor. We need to talk', very clever, GET OUT BLAKE!" She says, pointing her long, bony finger in his face. He smirks, grabs his things, and casually walks over to the door. He opened the door, walked halfway out, and flipped her off. That's my Blake.
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