I just made a deal with Barry. Fuck, I made a deal with the devil.
[Flashback continues]
I've had my head laid on the desk for about five minutes, waiting for the teacher to notice that and make a comment— that was Barry's idea, not mine.
"It seems the teacher won't ever notice me, Barry." I raised my head from my desk. "This is a waste of time."
Barry rolled his eyes and gently placed his hand on the back of my neck, warming the spot his fingers are touching. He leaned in close and whispered "Just sleep and give him a few minutes. He's gonna notice you sooner or later and make a comment." He then gently pushed my head back to the desk with those words.
One minute passed by. It felt like an eternity, and nothing happened.
Two minutes. Three. Four. Five minutes.
"Pixie?" The teacher finally called out, just as Barry had predicted.
I slowly lifted my head from the desk, feeling a bit nervous as I came face to face with the teacher. Pretending to be tired wasn't too difficult since I was really exhausted from his boring class.
The teacher looked genuinely concerned when he saw my tired expression and that made a little part of me feet guilty for pretending.
"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice filled with worry.
I stood up from my seat and replied "I feel sick." Then, I looked over at Barry and said with a languid tone "Barry, could you please help me jot down some notes in my notebook? I'll be right back."
Barry smiled at me and took my pen, playing the role of the helpful and serious student he is not.
I took a slow, staggering step forward, and in an instant, Barry was by my side, grabbing my arm gently with his strong hand like he was helping me not to fall to the ground.
"Hey, are you okay?" His hand pressed on my arm in a gentle manner. "Do you want me to take you home?" he asked softly with a tone filled with concern as if everything wasn't just an act.
I nodded while the teacher tilted his head and narrowed his eyes at Barry, clearly unsure about his intentions.
Barry is not known to have good intentions.
"Okay" Barry held my arm and I could feel a small electric current passing to my skin from his touch. We walked together to the front of the classroom.
The teacher watched us. He passed me his concerned look and threw the one of mistrust towards Barry.
"Don't worry about taking her home, maybe Peter can do that or I'll simply take her to the infirmary" The teacher suggested.
Pete taking me home.
Pete taking me home!
That was nice, but no.
I quickly shook my head. The thought of Peter taking me home was tempting, but I had made a deal with Barry. I couldn't back out now.
I slightly turned my head towards Pete and met his melting gaze, giving a feeling to my stomach down to my legs. I quickly tore my eyes away from his hot gaze.
"No, Mr Connor, I don't want Pete to miss this class because of me, and I really don't like staying in the infirmary" I said to the teacher, my voice sounding innocent even in my ears.
"If Peter taking you home is not an option, then you'll have to stay in the infirmary" He narrowed his eyes at Barry, clearly still not trusting him "I don't want him taking you home" he stated firmly, pointing at Barry.
"We stay in the same building" I whispered to the teacher, as if it were some kind of secret. "Nana's packhouse" I added.
As I completed my sentence, I felt something push my legs from the back and I almost fell right to the ground, but Barry quickly caught me with his strong hands before I could stumble and fall flat. One of his hands was around my waist and the other one close to the side of my hips.
"Hey" He called gently. I could feel the strength in his arms as he held me close to his hard body. Looking up into his slightly twinkling eyes which I interpret as a secret playfulness, I realized that he had planned the whole leg-bending game carefully. I guess he had subtly pushed my legs foward with his knee to make my legs bend.
Typical devilish Barry. Always had everything perfectly planned out.
I was still nestled against his solid chest, my hands gripping his strong biceps, while his hands remained around my waist. The position made me feel something weird in my stomach, and various parts of my body reminding me of my encounter with him at the gym.
He moved his hands to my legs and effortlessly carried me in his arms in a bridal style. I was so surprised, I couldn't help but let out a yelp.
"Barry!" I squealed, instinctively wrapping my arms around his neck. It felt so natural and comfortable to be in his arms.
"What are you doing?" Mr Connor yelled, clearly taken aback by the unexpected turn of events which now had the class murmuring. "Barry, what in the goddess name are you doing!!"
Barry smirked at him, still carrying me as if I weighed nothing. "Sorry, teach, but we've gotta go!" he replied confidently.
"Drop her now!" the teacher commanded, his voice filled with frustration, but Barry was already using his speed to whisk us out of the classroom. "Barry! I said put her down!!"
Barry was definitely going to give that man a heart attack, I swear.
"Not happening, Mr Connor!" Barry said in a very loud voice, grinning excitedly. "I'm sorry!!"
"Pixie, tell him to drop you now!!" Mr Connor thundered, unaware of the excitement coursing through me as I was carried away in Barry's strong arms.
"Not happening either, teach!!" Barry yelled back, his laughter echoing through the hallway that I was even tempted to laugh loudly with him but all I could do was smile. A real, wide smile.
"I'm so sorry!!" He apologized to the teacher again.
We continued our escape, leaving the teacher to continue his screams. I felt my hear pounding, but not in fear. I was happy. I felt free and so alive. But I didn't know that this was just the beginning with Barry.
He gently placed me on my feet by the front of his car. As his hands left my skin, I felt a little cold for a moment before regaining warmth. It's funny how his touch gives me this comforting feeling deep inside somewhere I can't seem to reach.
He unlocked his slick car and motioned for me to get in. As I settled onto the car seat, I sighed and began to rethink the whole event.
Barry carrying me out of the classroom in the middle of the lecture, disobeying the teacher... Oh goddess, Barry just put me in a helluva trouble!