Imagine being caught skipping class with Beck Oliver.
Sitting with Beck alone in his car was usually a fun thing, but right now - it was a very naughty thing. You were sitting in the passenger seat, playing with his hair, while he held a book in his hand and was reading it, moaning ever so softly every time you touched a sensitive part of his scalp. That famous hair that only you got to touch.
Today, right at this moment, you were meant to be in your class, watching the drama between Victoria and Jade, listening to Robbie fight with Rex, kicking back with Andre and listening to Kat go on and on about whatever her brother was doing. But instead, you had the idea to skip, help Beck study for his test next period. His hair was hanging in his eyes, and you kept pushing it out of the way, trying to help him to see better.
“You think Siko is psychoing out?” You asked, moving his hair for the tenth time. “Your hair is getting pretty long babe, you ever think about bangs?”
“Yes, and no,” He’d sigh, closing the book and threw it onto the dashboard. “I’m so going to fail the test.”
“No you’re not,” You said, trying to assure him. “You got this. We studied all last night too. You’re going to ace it, I promise, and then - and then I’ll take you out for sushi.”
“Or you can have detention for dinner,” A voice said from outside of the car. You and Beck both turned your heads forward to see Sikowitz there, clad in his usual odd attire, coconut with a straw, waving his fingers at you through the windshield. You and Beck then looked back to one another and tried to sink down so that you coudn’t be seen.
“Think he knows we’re here?” You asked.
“Yep,” Beck would groan. “I’m dead.”
