I sighed as I scribbled down notes for whatever the teacher had up on the board. Suddenly, the door opened and Michel rushed in.

"Mr Clifford, late again-."

"Yeah, yeah, I know, detention." He muttered, rolling his eyes as he quickly zipped past the desks.

"Sorry-watch it-oh, god, sorry." He mumbled as he got to my desk and placed my coffee down.

"Thanks, my locker after class." I whispered as he sat down behind me. After an agonising half an hour, the bell rang and I headed to my locker, soon to be joined by Michael.

"Hey." He smiled.

"Hi. I've got your notes, but there are too many for you to just copy, but you can come to mine after school and do it then." I spoke. He smirked as he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me closer.

"But, Y/N, we both know what happens when we "study" at your house." He spoke in a low voice.

"Why do you think that I'm inviting you over?" I whispered. I pulled away to see him smirking his ass off.

"See you then." I grinned as I turned around and walked away.