Snippet Sunday
Jonathan sighs and wipes away his eraser shavings again, truthfully he hasn’t been paying too much attention to his formulas and keeps having to correct his answers. They’re tiny mistakes, but he feels stupid just the same. Though Nancy isn’t exactly helping in the focus department. She keeps playing with her pencil, squirming in her seat and periodically sighing. But every time he's asked if everything’s alright she simply nodded her head, looked at him expectantly with her big blue eyes and then went back to her work. "This is too hard," Nancy complains, releasing her hair from her tiny ponytail, running her hand through and shaking out her curls. He knits his brows together, excluding her fidgeting she really doesn’t look like she’s struggling. At least she hasn’t used her eraser half as much as he has. "It's not that hard" Jonathan responds gently, trying to boost her confidence. "Says you, I think it's extremely difficult." Nancy insists with a small pout. She leans her elbows onto the table, rests her chin on her palms, her hands framing her face so perfectly he almost wants to grab his camera. She lets out another sigh, louder than the others, almost overexaggerating how frustrated she is. "Oh come on" he laughs in disbelief, she might hate math but she’s smart enough that it shouldn’t merit these dramatics. "No really I mean it I can't focus” Nancy claims, batting her lashes. “At all" she asserts, her lips shifting to a wicked smile. She somehow manages to lean in closer, seemingly laser focused on him, he swallows hard, if she weren’t so attractive he’d probably feel intimidated by her intensity. Suddenly, he feels something slowing passing up his leg and Oh, Oh. "Well uh-” Nancy rests her foot at a precarious place on his upper thigh and he nearly chokes on his own tongue. She tilts her head, looks at him with doe eyes and he thinks she’s got feigning innocence down to an art. He clears his throat attempting to regain a little composure. “Do you…do you want to take a break?" he suggests in a low whisper. "Smart boy" Nancy compliments, which he really shouldn't enjoy as much as he does.
