It was Monday and Gracie had just finished one of her backup test. Mrs. Pratt was nice enough with British Literature as her questions were frequently easy to answer.
"Trust me, I know the questions were cheap." she said with a smile as she collected the booklet from Gracie and send a wink her way.
Gracie scratched the back of her head and pulled up a bright face at the woman in bun. She finally gathered the courage to go get her bag from the back and marched out of the class with a bye to the woman.
On getting outside the classroom, she saw Nicholas leaning against the wall, she trembled inside but had to feign steadiness. His eyes were down as she could visible see his mouth moving and the muscle round it flexing. He was chewing again.
Both of them didn't utter a word, instead they stood there like they communicated on the inside. Gracie was distracted by his hair, messy yet still looked tidy and sheeny. She bet his caricature would be famed–
