Why Did You Take My Foolish Heart?
Alice By Heart | Author: Blissfulbroadway
“Alice,” the teacher chided. She had sharp cheekbones and an even sharper voice—it pierced right through you. Alice held back a wince upon the sound of being scolded. “Stop ogling Alfred, will you? Some people here are trying to actually learn.”
All eyes went on Alice. The only one who didn’t look over at her was Alfred. She could see the tips of his ears turning a beet red, and she guessed that’s what the rest of his face and chest looked like in that moment. They were both equally embarrassed. Only, Alfred tried not to let Alice feel bad. He just tucked his face into his arms and shook his head.
The teacher, on the other hand, seemed quite pleased with herself. She just flashed an almost sadistic sort of smile before continuing her lesson.
After class, she had Alice write “I will not disrupt class” twenty times on the board before she was sent to her next teacher.
That wasn’t the thing that made Alice feel angry or upset, though. What really upset her was the fact that she hadn’t made a move on Alfred yet.
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