jade sat on the cold floor of the schools upstairs hallway, her back resting uncomfortably against the frame of a locker that didnât belong to her. her knees were up, and the notebook she had been scribbling furiously in for the past twenty minutes was resting against them. her brows were knit, deep in thought, as she muttered quiet thoughts to herself. she had skipped out on sikowitzâs class to do so, dying to get through the writers block that had been holding up the progress on her movie for almost two weeks. âi know youâre there,â she said to the lurker who quietly had made their down the hall, undoubtedly trying to watch her vulnerable composition without drawing attention to themselves. her eyes never left the notebook. eyebrows up in amusement, she continued to write. âif you want a real show, you should at least try peaking in my bedroom window. thatâs where the real magic happens.â
âSorry.â
Robbie stepped a little closer and tucked his hands into his pockets, slouching a little - whether out of reflex or to deliberately convey humbleness was unclear. âI was waiting for you to put the pen down. I didnât want to interrupt. You looked really concentrated.âÂ
Managing to keep the sudden flush of redness that had began to creep up his neck to his face at bay, he ignored the latter comment and shuffled on the spot. âYouâre missing squatting.â
