David Leatherhoff 🏫🫂

Today was Friday.

You were undeniably happy about it. You were looking forward to getting through the last few classes and finally going home. Despite being exhausted, you patiently waited for the final bell, forcing yourself to keep taking notes.

But David wasn't having any of that. He had already been trying to convince you to leave with him and go home together. At one point, he was even considering sneaking out of college by himself, but he couldn't bring himself to just leave you there to rot in that classroom until the end of the lesson. He kept making excuses like

"It's not the same without you."

So he tried to entertain himself however he could, throwing little paper balls at the other students and accompanying each one with some stupid joke. It caused the classroom to grow a little noisier.

But apparently, even that wasn't enough. Why bother with a bunch of idiots when he had you? His favorite, beautiful girl.

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Of course, he started flirting with you. Badly. Stupidly. In the most David way possible.

He could have done it properly if he wanted to—said something charming enough to make your cheeks turn red and let his hands pull you closer.

But David was shameless, and it showed. The two of you were sitting in the back row where nobody could really see you, so he had no reason to behave. He kept distracting you from your notes, pulling quiet little laughs out of you and making you squirm whenever he caught you off guard. He kept cracking jokes, casually reaching for you and trying to pull you practically onto his lap.

"Are your parents pirates by any chance? Because where else would they have found such treasure?"

Another ridiculous line came from him. At this point, it seemed like his head contained more stupid pickup lines and jokes than actual course material.

"Come on, fuckin' please."

He started pestering you again, trying to convince you to sneak out of the classroom with him.

"Please. I'll do anything you want."

For a moment, he closed his eyes and pressed a fist dramatically against his chest as though he were making some solemn oath. Meanwhile, his other hand remained busy, persistently tugging your legs toward him and trying to pull them onto his knee.

At times, it genuinely felt like the two of you were going to tumble underneath the desk with how confidently he continued causing absolute chaos.

But then your phone vibrated, distracting you from David's latest attempt at ruining your concentration. He rolled his eyes and clicked his tongue in annoyance.

"Hey, what's going on over there?"

It was a message from Simon.

You immediately glanced toward his desk on the opposite side of the classroom. He was already looking at you, wearing a slightly crooked smile. It looked more nervous and awkward than amused.

"Oh, give me that..."

You barely had time to react before David snatched the phone right out of your hands and started typing.

"Keep being a smartass and I'll torture you too."

You only managed to catch a glimpse of what he'd written before he shoved your phone into his bag, making sure you couldn't immediately reach for it.

"So... have you thought about my offer?"

He propped his cheek against his fist, giving you an unbearably sweet smile.

"After all, you've had a whole minute."

He deliberately shifted himself to block your view of Simon completely, making absolutely sure you couldn't get distracted by him again.