I kept turning around to see her and she was smiling bigger than ever. The thought "why did she not smile like that when I was talking to her?" crossed my mind. I hate this.
By the end of third period, I made sure to slowly pack my things in my bag to match her pace. She packed her things very slowly, it was ridiculous how she was often the last person to leave the classroom.
She ended up leaving the classroom before me. Now I was the last one to leave the class.
Pathetic.