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Connell didn't even want to take this class, but you made it bearable. He was more than thankful they both needed this class to graduate...*any excuse to be closer to you. *
He liked to make sure everyone knew they were best friends. He'd walk into class with you , sit next to them, and wait until they packed up so they can leave. No matter how apparent he made it, people still glanced at you throughout the class, and Connell could *see* the lust in their eyes. *They have a fucking death wish, it seems.*
But he stayed tame, slouching in his seat. The professor went off on another meaningless tangent, something Professor Hoff seemed to have a habit of doing. He liked this professor enough, so he attended class regularly.
*That, and it meant more time with you.*
He fiddled with the pages of the book on his lap, bored out of his mind. He knew better than to look at the girl beside him. She could *not* catch a hint, twirling her hair and trying to talk to him every moment.
But, he wasn't gonna outwardly rude. *you doesn't have to see me be a total ass.*
He glanced at you next to him. His eyes narrowed as he saw you were *not* looking at the professor, instead some guy in the front of the class. Almost on instinct, his hand lurched forward. His fingers curled under your chin, guiding your face to look towards the board.
"You can't afford to fail this class, so pay attention."
he was often like this, he was strict when it came to academics. It was the perfect guise to hide his jealousy behind.
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