"No, I was just fine and I think I did a pretty good job,"

"How so? You were fine before a test like this?" she doubts and I feel my cheeks getting heated. I have to think about a distraction.

"I was calm and that's all-"

"Cut the lies. What happened?" Having the worst time in the world my door opens and Corbyn comes in.

My eyes travel from the screen in Clary crossing her arms in front of her chest in an 'I'm waiting' position and Corbyn who comes closer to me by second.

"Nothing happened. I controlled my anxiety. No story." she opens her mouth but I stop her.

"I gotta go now. Talk later!" I say smiley and end the call quickly.

"Controlled my anxiety?" Corbyn asks before sitting in the bed in front of me.

"About the math test" I reply and he grins.

"She knows how nervous I get and I accidentally told her that I was fine," I explain.

"So she wanted to know what really happened..." he whispers still smiling. My cheeks get red at the thoughts of what we did in that small room and I clear my throat, causing his smile to get bigger as he leans towards me.

"Did you?" he whispers as his lips are caressing mine sending electricity through my body. My eyes flutter close allowing me to focus on his faint touch.

"no," I whisper too and I feel his smile. His lips are playing with mine and soon enough I feel the need to feel his touch.

He doesn't move though. His body doesn't contact with mine except for our lips. I try to control myself but I know that he makes me lose my control in seconds. Maybe that's what he wants...to make me lose control again like I did that night.

I open my eyes and stare at sky blue eyes full of desire and then the bit of control I was holding into disappears. I crash my lips in his wrapping my hands around his neck. He leans on me and pushes me down so we lay on my bed tangled up together.

I'm walking towards my seat in the back of the class looking at my notes when I see that someone is already sitting in my chair. Gazing up, I see an angry Dakota with her arms crossed looking hostility at me.

"You're sitting in my chair" I point out.

"No, I don't" she snaps and my eyebrows raise at her tone.

"I sit here and you sit there," I say pointing to the seat next to us.

"This is where I would be sitting if you hadn't gone to Mr. Lance whining like a coward to change seats with me!"

"What are you talking-"

"Everyone please take a seat to begin,"

I glace at her direction once more before I sit in my 'new' seat as it seems.

Mr. Lance starts talking about what he did in the last lesson but my eyes dart to the person next to me.

Corbyn

He's sitting casually in his usual seat with a total black outfit that makes his hair distinguish and shine. His eyes are locked in mine and a smirk is playing on his lips.

I smile back and shake my head. He did it...

I turn to Dakota who keeps staring at me furiously and I look again at Corbyn.

He leans closer and my heart starts beating faster as the distance reduces between us.

"You did it" I state when he's close enough to hear my whisper. His smirk grows in response and shrugs.

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