Zada was running towards the classroom for her second hour.
She was already late because she had been held back after the first hour by a certain drama queen, her self proclaimed bestiee.
She came to a halt when a six feet two inch trouble stepped into her way with a lopsided grin.
"Do you happen to have a band aid, babe??" He asked.
"Why?? What happened??" She asked with a little frown as she did a quick check out to see if he was injured somewhere.
"I just scraped my knees falling hard for you," he said, smirking at her, making her roll her eyes.
"Get lost," she said, side stepping so she could continue her walk to the classroom.
"Aww! Mirrie is angry" he pouted adorably.
Adorably?? How can a six feet tall macho guy with six packs be adorable?
Not that she has seen his six packs!
But she had heard a lot about it from her chatterbox bestie.
"Don't call me Mirrie," she gritted her teeth in annoyance.
