Class Drama

So for the sake of you guys, I'll try updating more frequently, but damn, school is running up on us man. Seems like just yesterday we were breaking our necks, shooting through those prison doors, *sigh* fml.

Also, I'd like to clear things up for you guys. Grace's dad is black, her mom is Hispanic (still black). Sorry I didn't make it clear so, yes, she's mixed.

Then for Arthur. His father is German (white) and his mom is mixed, she's black and white. Just wanna eat him up- alright I think I'll stop there.

So there you are. Sorry I didn't make everything clearer from the beginning. Anyways, I like mixed babies, they make my book more interesting, to me anyway, also in this age, everybody's mixed with at least two races. I love it! Mixed babies are beautiful.

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All of that ^^^ made me cringe and I almost got into a fistfight with myself to not delete it. I was like 16 y'all, spare me.

Seems I used to be obsessed with 'mixed babies' and interracial couples. Now I just wanna write a bunch of books with black people chilling and vibing with magic and shit LMFAO.

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My friends are giving me the looks when I head toward them after Arthur finally lets me go.

"Don't start," I say, already knowing what's going through their heads. "We're not secretly dating or anything else you might be thinking."

Kim's and Richard's faces fall at my words, both making disappointed sounds under their breaths. Richard even snaps like Swiper and says the famous catchphrase with it, making his girlfriend giggle. I shake my head, amused despite everything.

I decide to give them hope. "Arthur wants to walk me to class though. You ready? " I ask Kim, Richard, and Amelia. They're the only ones who have the same first period as me.

"Aht-" Kim says sharply, holding up her hand to cut off whatever Richard and Amelia are about to say. "Nah, go on with your man now!" She fans me off like somebody's grandmother.

"He's not my-"

"Yes, I am." Arthur's chest is against my back.

Where the heck-

I tilt my head back to look at him. "No, you're not." I stick my tongue out at him.

"You like showing that tongue, don't you?" he retorts, his eyes on my mouth.

Smiling, I press back into him subtly. "And what if I do?" His hooded eyes meet mine and my knees almost give out.

He reaches up to rest a hand on the side of my neck, his thumb brushing gently against my jaw. My head rests against his collarbone and I have to fight to keep my eyes open.

He smiles at my reaction. "Such a big baby." His knuckles ghost the column of my neck, making me sigh. He's hardly doing anything and I can't feel my body. Jesus blessed this man with hands of power.

"My big baby," he whispers.

"They forgot we're here again," Maya mutters, followed by an unnecessary coughing fit that might've been Richard.

My face burns as I pull away from Arthur. I really did forget where I was. I give her an apologetic look but it's when she smiles that I confirm that she's not being too serious about it.

I love this girl, I think, smiling back at her. I can't help but feel bad that I'm turning her into a ninth wheel. That's just plain disrespectful.

"So Arthur!" Kim chirps, a grin on her face.

"Oh no," I mumble That's never a good sign. "Aren't we supposed to be going to class?" I try, just to be ignored.

"How was your weekend?" She smiles widely, throwing a chip in her mouth and munching on it obnoxiously.

Arthur chuckled, the vibrations from his chest seeping into my back and sending heat through my body. "It was great." I can tell he's grinning like a mad person.

"I saw your post the other day." She takes a slow sip from a bottle of ginger ale, eyeing him, then me.

I frowned in confusion. "What post?" I ask, the same time the first bell rings.

"Nothing!" Arthur grabs me by the waist and spins me to face him in one movement. I blink a few times. "See you guys later." He waves at them while taking my hand and pulling me away.

I throw a confused glance over my shoulder. Most of them seem to know something I don't. I don't like that. I try to ignore Sarah's glare on me by not meeting her gaze, but it's still unsettling.

"What's your first class?" Arthur asks as soon as we're through the double doors and in the traffic of the hallway.

"History."

I'm still trying to figure him out as he pulls me through the crowd of people toward the History wing. Our school is separated all organized like that.

When we get there I struggle to open the large glass door that separates the wing from the bustling hallway. I always hate these doors because they're so heavy for no reason. It isn't ordinary glass either, it's bulletproof. That's what it feels like away. Either that or it's at least three layers of thick glass molded together. I mean, it feels like a boulder. The thing is workout heavy. I'd understand if it was a security thing and all the doors were this way, but they aren't! Most of them are wooden!

Arthur covers my hand with his and pulls the door open, holding it open above my head effortlessly. Show off. I blush and step into the lone corridor, not voicing my thoughts.

Unlike the rest of the school, this part only has half a corridor with a railing that looks over the lobby and entranceway of the school. It's the only part of the building that seems to be solely about aesthetics and for good reason, I guess; the school's logo is engraved into the floor and glistens under the sunlight that shines through the opaque ceiling.

No one talks about their too-small, uncomfortable desk chairs and their rusty lockers. It's what's on the outside that matters.

Arthur trails silently behind me, making my eyes narrow in suspicion since he's never quiet.

As I thought, he let's out a low whistle. "I like this." His hands run over my hips, caressing the fabric of my outfit.

I roll my eyes, swatting him away. "Yeah, I bet." Smiling, I shake my head at his hearty laugh. Such a happy guy. It's so contagious.

My class is the third door down the corridor and when I get there, I wave at him over my shoulder. "I'll see you later, go to class." I know if I stop to say bye to him, I'll be even more late.

I head to the far aisle of chairs on the opposite side of the room where my assigned seat is. The second seat in the row. It's pretty close, but I haven't gotten any complaints about blocking anybody so it works. I shrug my bag off and put it on my desk.

When I turn to sit, I almost run into Arthur. I gasp, letting out a surprised sound then a groan. "Why are you in here? Go to class!" I hiss at him, pulling out my seat and taking deep breaths to slow my racing heart.

"Ah." Arthur sighs obnoxiously, throwing a leg over the chair in front of me and straddling it. He crosses his arms and rests them on my table, smiling at me. "Hey."

Shaking my head, I let out a snort. "Hi, Arthur." I busy myself with getting my stuff out to start the warm-up on the whiteboard. I write out the statement and am halfway through the one-paragraph answer my teacher wants when I pause.

"Left my textbook," I mutter to myself. I know the answer, but I kinda need the thing, y'know. We use it almost every class.

"You need me to get it for you?" Arthur offers, already getting up.

I place a hand on his arm, stopping him. "It's fine, he has extras in the back. I can-" I don't get to finish my sentence because he's up and at it. He's back a minute later with the heavy blue-covered book. He takes my bag from my desk and puts it on so there's space for the textbook. I glance from him to the book, my lips twitching. "Thank you."

"No prob. Now get into it." He gestures to my work before walking away.

"Where are you going with my bag?" I hold a hand out to stop him. The guy is out of his mind but I can't help but like him even more for it.

"Right here." Arthur stops in front of Mr. Dane's desk and I only guess he's about to be a pain.

Arthur moves around the table and lowers himself next to my history teacher to stare at the man's laptop screen. All I can make out is Dane asking Arthur why he isn't in class and Arthur being nosey instead of answering the question.

Dane is one of the collect teachers in this school. Almost every day I come to class there's a different student in here having a conversation with him that isn't in this class, and it could be about anything really.

I can only assume he's in his mid-thirties by now. He's married with two kids who he doesn't stop talking about. I swear he can talk about his family for hours on end without getting tired. He's tan with sandy-brown hair and tattoos that he doesn't show much unless he wears a t-shirt or something on chill days.

Soon the speakers turn on and a voice overhead asks us to stand for The Pledge of Allegiance. After that, the announcements come on but no one really listens to them. At least, I don't, I'm busy. if anything of importance comes up, my friends usually reiterate later.

I finish my warm-up and am about to browse Instagram when I glance at the front of the room. Dane is standing now, leaning against his table with his hands gripping the edge of it as he and Arthur converse.

I'm too busy checking out Arthur to remember what I was about to do. He's wearing full black; in simple joggers, Jordans, and a long-sleeved shirt. He's flashing that kilowatt smile, feet apart as swings his arms back and forth making his fist meet his open palm continuously. I can't even focus on what he's saying. He's so attractive and distracting, with his perfect smile, his dark hair flopping onto his forehead messily, and his confident stance and lean build. I know I can't be the only girl staring right now and though it bothered me, it isn't enough for me to look away to check.

"Are you guys dating?"

I blink out of my thoughts, my gaze steady on the brunette who's been sitting in front of me since the year started. Ellody was originally supposed to be a junior but got bumped up to senior year because of her high grades. She isn't usually the talkative type so it's shocking she's even asking me about that.

"Uuuuh, no," I say hesitantly. "We're not." Arthur and I aren't dating. At least, I'm not so sure about the label. Yet.

She smiles a little at me after a moment of neither of us saying anything. "Well, you two look cute together."

I feel my face lighting up and it's enough to make me blush. "Thanks." Her smile widens and she nods before turning back around.

My gaze strays back to Arthur who just so happens to be staring at me all of a sudden. He smirks at me and wiggles his brows, giving me a head nod and in return I make a face at him. He smiles wide as he turns back to Mr. Dane, replying to whatever the man has asked, crossing his arms.

Why must thou be so sexieth?

I let out a dreamy sigh, dropping my gaze to my phone. I have no clue what I'm doing, or what we're doing, but I don't want to overthink it. I like this. I like him. And it's not like he's hiding me or anything. Arthur's very loud about how he feels. Just... not specific enough.

I'm forced out of my head when he crouches next to my seat and curls an arm around my waist.

I tilt my head toward him. "Hm?" He's so close and I can feel eyes on us.

"I have to go. Dane's kicking me out," he explains glumly.

Giggling, I nod. "Okay." I moved a strand of hair from out of his eye with my nail. "You need a haircut." Does he really though? Or is that just an excuse to touch him?

"Yeah. Might do that this weekend." He runs a hand through it, pushing it back and letting it rest messily above his ear.

"Arthur you gotta get to class." That's the teacher. I'm surprised he even let him stay this long.

Arthur nods. "Yeah." He turns back to me and places a quick kiss below my jaw. I swear I heard someone aww behind me. "Can't mess up your face."

I let out a small laugh, shaking my head. "It's not that easy to come off." The brand I use isn't at least.

"Not taking any chances." He winks and stands up.

He takes my bag off and hands it to me, knowing like everyone else that I always hold my bag in my lap when I'm in class. The ground is a no-no and if I put it on the back of my chair people always end up kicking it. I hardly use my locker because I have necessities in here and I don't feel like traveling when an emergency shows itself. Holding my baby in my lap is the only option.

He holds out a hand to me expectantly. I raise my eyebrows but slap my hand in his to do the handshake we spent two hours coming up with on the weekend. Arthur wanted us to have one and I said 'why the heck not'. We had nothing better to do at the time.

A number of impressed hoots sound through the room, Kim and Richard being the loudest. A laugh slips past my lips, the back of my neck heating up. I cover my mouth with my free hand to stifle it as my other hand moves with Arthur's.

He winks at me again when we finish, pointing at me. That can mean a thousand different things and I understand them all.

Arthur shakes Mr. Dane's hand on his way out and a few other guys he seems to know in the front row.

"You know what I think?" Mr. Dane says, catching everyone's attention as he stares at me teasingly. "I think Gracie's got a boyfriend," he finishes in a singsong tone. And of course, the room follows suit. It's high school.

I shake my head, holding back a smile but it's an epic fail. "Okay, okay, I see some people still writing, finish up the warm-up." Mr. Dane says with a laugh in his voice. He turns to the board and writes something in big bold letters.

I turn my gaze back to my book to copy what he's putting up there. The light hits my ring just right, enough to catch my attention. I smile as it glints under the white lights, almost like it's glowing. Something about that melts my doubts away.