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Serena pushed the heavy door open and smiled guiltily as all heads turned in her direction. She hurried toward the nearest empty seat and dropped into it, keeping her head down.
How embarrassing. Day one of the new semester and she was already late. She peeked up through her lashes; everyone seemed engaged in the lecture once more. Her eyes roved around the U-shape of desks. There were several faces she recognised: that girl from Chemistry, that Asian guy who never spoke to anyone, and--
Hello! Who was that? Her eyes stopped abruptly on the tan-skinned, strong-jawed, green-eyed hunk she'd definitely never seen in any lecture room before.
His eyes snapped to hers as though he'd felt her gaze, and she blinked and looked away. What class was this again? She didn't recognise anything on the screen...
She couldn't help it. Her eyes moved slowly back to the Hunk. He wasn't looking at her anymore. Not exactly. He was looking at... her legs? She shifted uncomfortably, trying to remember when she'd last shaved.
He met her eyes, pointed subtly at her legs, and gave her a thumbs up, mouthing, Nice!
How rude! she thought, hoping the expression on her face told him exactly what she now thought of him.
His smile faltered; then realisation spread across his features. He shook his head slightly and reached down to tap his ankle.
The tattoo! she remembered, blushing at how silly she'd been to think he was referring to her legs as nice. She smiled at him in what she hoped was a flirtatious manner. Thanks, she mouthed.
He picked up a pen, glanced toward the front, and began to write. So that was it? Silent conversation over? She turned back to the lecturer who was pacing back and forth, pointing excitedly at the screen.
Something hit her hand and she started. A paper airplane. She looked up at the Hunk and saw him grinning widely at her.
Her fingers fumbled to pull the airplane apart. Do you always like to make an entrance? it said, in lazy handwriting that she was already in love with.
With her heart beating somewhat faster than normal, she wrote, If it'll get your attention, I can be late every time. That was daring. Maybe too daring? No. One needed to be daring once in a while.
She folded it up and shot it back across the U, earning herself several irritated looks from fellow students. The Hunk opened it, and she watched with a pounding heart as a smile spread across his lips.
She jumped as the door banged shut behind her. A slim figure with sleek auburn hair hurried around the U-shape and slid gracefully into the empty chair beside the Hunk.
"Sorry I'm late," she giggled, planting a kiss on the Hunk's cheek and laying a hand possessively over his.
His jaw tightened. His free hand wrapped around what was left of the paper airplane and tightened into a fist, crumpling the silent conversation into a small, invisible ball.
Okay, so that was technically 5 words over the limit, but if I'm disqualified that's okay. I don't do these things to win anything... I do them because it's FUN TO WRITE!! Thanks again, Jacee :-)