How to do Azriel 

I marked the heading, and started scribbling frantically, the kindling fire of rage smouldering every time I think of that little-  I chewed on my lips, tilting my head a fraction, racking my brain. My pen was soon swiftly sprinting across my sheet of scrap paper.

Lynch nudged me in my ribs. Ow. That hurts. I scowled at him and waved a hand to silence him. When I didn't hear his usual pestering, I casted him a sideways glance. My gaze drifted to what he was looking at. Holy-

The professor what's-her-name took the piece of paper out of my hands, her eyes probing mine like daggers. Her mouth was pressed into a hard line, and I gulped involuntarily. 

"What is this, Ms..."

"Skylar," I grumbled, my ears a shade of tomato red. Or worse. 

"You seem to be a fine student, Ms Skylar. Your essays proved that quite sufficiently." 

There will be a twist, trust me. 

"-But, you are unfocused in class lately, is there anything troubling you?" 

"No, none at all," I said. 

"If that is so," she said, eyes trained on me, she unfolded the piece of paper. Damn damn damn damn damn...

" 'How to do Azriel,' " the Professor read. I shrunk, wanting so desperately to find a hole to bury myself with while I saw Lynch face palming himself. 

The whole class erupted in laughter. Cue the oohs. I furrowed my brow, and then it dawned on me. Ah...perverts. 

"I believe this is for me," Azriel purred from behind. I almost toppled out of my seat. Whirling around, I saw a smug smirk playing on his lips. 

The professor seemed flustered when she saw Azriel, even patting her hair and straightening herself, a faint blush on her crinkly skin. I scrunched up my nose in disgust. 

"Well..well then," she handed Azriel the paper as I plunged to my death. 

I narrowed my eyes at Azriel, who was clearly enjoying himself. The lesson droned on I could practically feel Azriel's gaze burning a hole in my head, and Lynch's worried looks, but I wasn't in the mood in explaining. The humiliation... 

"Class dismissed," what's her name said. I scurried out of the room, silently cursing colorfully under my breath.

"Raelyn,"

I knew that velvety voice well to know Azriel was striding towards me. This person has no shame, honestly.

My book dropped onto the floor with a low thud when he continued taking long and sure strides towards my direction.

I debated on stalking away in a dramatic fashion, or picking up the damned book and turn a blind  eye to him. After a heated debate inside my head, I chose option one, duh.

I twisted the doorknob and kicked the door open, surprised that the hinges didn't give away. He sure brings out the violent side of me.

"I believe you've left your book," he said slowly.

"I believe you've left your sanity somewhere, what do you want from me," I hear Bury a friend in the background.

"I want- I, I'm sorry for being rude-"

"And cocky," I added.

"And cocky," he agreed, "I know it was pretty unforgivable really, but..what about us being friends?"

"And now you want us to be friends?" I scoffed. He is unbelievable.

"I-" he ran a hand through his hair, slightly frustrated, "I made a mistake, and I came to correct you, if you'd let me,"

He is way too good at apologizing.

I examined his face for a moment, and saw the sincerity I needed to see.

"Okay then," I said slowly, " I do not forgive you, but I'll let it pass, for once.  Just swear to not be a complete-"

"Fuckboy?" he suggested. I blushed at his profanity.

"Yes that. If you do, I'll personally kill you. Promise?"

"If you put it that way... I swear on the River Styx," he said, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

"No!" I whined. "Swear by the Wryd,"

"By the Angel it is then," he said.

"Noo.." I whined.

"Aww, you're cute when you're angry," he said, pinching my cheeks. I swatted his hand away playfully, trying to conceal that an electric shock passed through my cheeks.  If he felt it, he didn't show, except that he withdrew his hand quickly.

"Am not! You're confident for an idiot." I puckered out my lips.

"Okay.." he said. Whoop, no rude comebacks from Azriel is a first.

"Okay!" i said, exasperated, throwing up my hands in the air in defeat.

"Maybe okay would be our always..." he teased.

I've never seen this playful side of him, in the sunlight the played dappled shadows on his skin, he looked angelic.

I rolled my eyes dramatically. "So.. Aelin's your favourite character?" He asked. 

"I'm not that predictable, ya loser, it's Lyssandra,"

"Lyssandra?" he asked, incredulous. I defended my favourite character immediately.

"Whoa, whoa, Rae, calm down, it was just a joke," He said in surrender. When I didn't speak, he said:

"Chaol got skills by the way,"

"Don't tell me that it was because he stabbed Hollin.." I started.

"-nah, it's because he managed to fuck Aelin in a damn wardrobe," He said, grinning in triumph at the horror on my face, and broke into a run.

"AZRIEL YOU GET YOUR ASS RIGHT BACK HERE!" I said, chasing him. He is so dead.