Tiffany glared over at the aggravating boy sitting beside her.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Oh, how she wished that a glare really could cause severe physical pain.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.
"Would you stop that?" Tiffany finally hissed, losing her almost infamous cool.
"Sorry, is it annoying you?" Jason smiled in apology, but she could see the twinkle in his eyes that said he knew exactly what he was doing.
"Yes. It is. Now stop. Before I make you." Tiffany shot him her best glare as warning before turning back to her half-finished essay. Sure, now she had the memory of his smug, triumphant smirk stuck in her mind now, but at least that thrice-accursed tapping had sto-
Click. Click. Click.
Tiffany didn't even bother to open her mouth this time. She merely leaned over, pulled the pen out of Jason's hand, and tossed it in the general direction of her open school bag before turning back to her work again. In the blissful silence that followed, Tiffany managed to get two more lines down. This time, she wasn't optimistic enough to hope that the silence would-
Yup, there it was. If nothing else, Jason Delamont was certainly the most persistent person she had ever met.
Tiffany sighed in resignation as she put her pen down and turned to focus her gaze on the spawn of Satan beside her.
"That's my only pen." Tiffany recognized the puppy dog look currently on his face as the one he'd turned on soft-hearted teachers countless times through the years. It was for the same reason that she was now almost completely immune to it when he directed it at her. Tiffany raised an eyebrow imperiously, waiting for him to continue.
"Jason and Tiffany, care to share with the class what ensnared your attention so much so that you couldn't continue to write your essay in silence?"
"Sorry sir, Jason broke his pen and was just asking to borrow another one from me." Discreetly, Tiffany pulled her bag closer to herself, and managed to find the aforementioned pen from where she'd tossed it previously.
"Broke it?" The teacher's skeptical tone was more than obvious as he stalked towards them.
"Yes sir." Tiffany snapped the pen in two with a little effort before placing the two pieces onto the desk in front of her just as the teacher stopped by her desk.
The teacher stared at the broken fragments of what used to be Jason's pen for a few seconds. Finally, he sighed and said "Tiffany, kindly lend Jason that pen, and Jason, do try to control your violent urges in my class."
The class snickered briefly, before falling back into silence.
Later, as the students slowly filed out of the literature class, Jason fell into step beside Tiffany, twirling his borrowed pen with practised ease.
"You know, I really cherished that pen you brutally murdered without a second thought." Jason looked at her with a pouting look, even as his eyes shone with amusement.
"Well, better a quick, relatively painless death in my hands than an eternity of torture in yours." The deadpan way she'd said that made Jason grin in spite of himself.
"Is that so? Well then, now you just must let me buy you dinner as thanks for saving my poor beloved pen from my treacherous grasp." Tiffany stopped walking in the middle of the hallway, and Jason swung around to face her, a cocky smirk on his face.
"Are you asking me out?" Tiffany tried to convey all of her horror at the mere thought of going out with the guy who had been the bane of her existence for as long as she could remember. She was pleased to see that her reaction had caused at least some of the arrogant certainty to leave his expression.
"Depending on your answer… I might be." Damn, maybe she hadn't looked quite as repulsed as she'd thought. Well, she was free tonight, and she was generally bored out of her mind when she wasn't with Anna and Steph. A dinner with an admittedly good-looking boy couldn't hurt that much, could it?
"Pick me up at six." Tiffany couldn't help but respond to the large smile that lit up Jason's face at her response. She continued on, doing her best to sound as condescending as possible. "I expect you to be punctual. Also, make sure that it's worth my time, since it obviously took oh so much effort to save your poor abused pen from your hands, and also to utterly destroy it."
"Of course, my lady." Jason walked with Tiffany to her next class, chatting idly, before sprinting across the school in a bid to make it to his own class on time. Smiling all the way, of course.
A/N: It's been a while (sorry). This was written in utter boredom in my Biology class and inspired from the guy sitting next to me twirling his pencil non-stop. AGGRAVATING, I TELL YOU. Anyways, R&R?