15. A little bit of gratitude.

TASHA

The soft way his lips move with that statement should definitely not be making me stare at them, but damn this stupid eyes of mine. I rip my eyes away from his mouth and stand up, trying as much as possible not to graze my skin against his bare flesh, leaving him to finish his burger. I turn around and head towards my bag.

I should probably leave since we are done for today.

I reach my bag and try to calm myself, but it is not working. My heart is beating so fast and hard. I gulp when Nate appears beside me, worsening my racing heart, reaching for his bag that is near mine. His arm brushes against my skin as he takes his bag, our closeness feeling too intimate and too sweet to ignore. I should shift away, but I don't want to. I can't.

He brings out his folded black t-shirt. A piece of paper from his bag falls to the ground. I bend and pick up the paper.

It is his Maths Test result from the Maths test we did last week in class, and a bold red F is staring right back at me. I wait