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"Gilbert can you pass me my pencil?"
The redhead said as she spun around in his chair.

Earlier.

"Ms.Stacy said I have to tutor you, can we meet at your place? Marilla has Rachel Lynde over, I don't want to disturb them."
The redhead says as she puts her book back in her locker.

"Uh sure."
He scratched his head and looked the redhead up and down.

"Great, I'll meet you after class Blythe."

Currently.

"You mean this one?"
He picks up her pencil and hold it above her head.

"Very funny Gilbert, give it."
She attempts to reach up for it, but misses it by a couple inches.

"What is Anne Shirley Cuthbert too short??"
He runs around and gets on his bed.

"Oh shut up Blythe."

She races around the bed and tries to catch him, but he jumps off.

"Too slow Shirley."

"Come on Gilbert!"

The curly haired boy holds the pencil above his head, his arm starting to get tired.

"You can't hold it up there forever!"
She attempts to jump and get it, but misses.

"You do know the definition of Insane is doing something over again and expecting different results."
He smirks and pulls it away.

"Shut up! If I can just-''

She jumps up, and grabs the pencil, letting the boy see a little cleavage.

"Haha I got it!"

The boy turns around, flushed with red.

"Yeah, you did Shirley...."

"Is something wrong Blythe?"

He nervously scratches his neck.

"Uh- no... you... uh"

"I uh??"
The redhead took a step closer, which the curly haired boy knew was dangerous.

"You.... show-wed m- me... you uh...
I- um.. you accidentally... showed me your.... uh...."

The redhead took a step closer.

"My uh??"
She smirked.

"I- uh- you know..."
He started fumbling his fingers.

"I don't know Mr.Blythe, please elaborate."

She put her arm over his shoulder, knowing exactly what she was doing.

"An- Ann- Anne- I- uh- I'm sorry."