"No!" I shot a quick glance at him, before turning back to hide my blushing face. "Why would I be jealous? I'm not jealous. I don't care who you are with." I stuck my nose into the air and clutched my bag harder, strutting down the stairs.
"Really? That's not what your face is saying right now." He smiled amusingly and reached for my bag.
I tightened my grip and we struggled, fighting for the bag in the middle of the hall. "Let go! I got it!"
"Okay. Fine." He let go and I turned to walk down the hall. I heard his rushing footsteps come up behind me, and I clutched my bag to my chest, only to be swept right off my feet.
"Hey! What are you doing?"
"Well, you have your bag, and I have you." He looked down at me from the corner of his eye and smirked proudly.
"I…I can walk just fine. Put me.."
