CARLA
"Have a nice day, guys!" The professor packed up his books and left.
A lot of yawning and stretching broke out in the class. It sure was a tiring, one-hour of sitting and listening to boring monologs.
My head hit the desk in my attempt to get a nap, but Smith pulled me up.
"Not here, Carla. Let's go. You have to be in your next class in ten minutes, remember?"
"I'm sleepy," I whined with a pout, reaching for my bag, but he held it firmly.
"Let me help you carry it." He offered, giving my hair a playful ruffle. I didn't try to object. Smith was a stubborn guy. Sweetly stubborn, to be exact.
"Thank you." I smiled. We headed for the back door, and he held my hand, leading me up the small stairs.
We were approaching Dawson's seat, and it made my heartbeat race. He wasn't looking
