THAT'S NOT WHAT THEY MEANT WHEN THEY SAID MOUTH-TO-MOUTH!

[no_llores]

WHO: Martín and Lucy. (If anyone else wants to drop by, just PM!)
WHEN: Monday afternoon. (July 26th)
WHERE: First Aid & CPR class at LU.
WHAT: Well, I guess we're supposed to be learning how to save lives...

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[tuntunparadise]

Trying to ignore the sound and continue on her notes, Lucy shifted in her seat and crossed her legs, sighing slightly. Why did the most annoying guy have to sit right in front of her? She would've helped pick up the bag and papers that had spilt from it if it was anyone else. Well maybe not anyone, but someone who at least wasn't a jerk and constantly trying to peek up her dress.

She had her eyes trained to her paper, not noticing the way her legs were crossed or the spot that Martín's backpack had dropped in. There was no way she was going to pass this class. The work and notes were easy enough, but the whole mouth-to-mouth thing?

It was pretty clear to her that she didn't want to lock lips with anyone (well except for one guy... God she needed to contact him again, even if the last time failed to be anything less than hysterical. She smiled slightly at the memory, squirming again in her seat. Why did school desks always have to be so uncomfortable?

[no_llores]

It was as if there here was a warm fog inside his head. And so, feeling lethargic and generally unmotivated, Martín took his sweet, leisurely time sliding onto the floor on his hands and knees and collecting the sheets of loose leaf that had scattered under his desk.

His notes for biochemistry, however, had slid under the foot of the girl behind him. Lucy-Marie. The corner of his mouth twisted into a smirk, eyes slowly trailing up her crossed legs.

He cleared his throat gently. "Psst, move jor feet."

[tuntunparadise]

Lucy looked down under her desk curiously and obliged, moving her feet a little to the side and uncrossing her legs. She blinked and frowned as she realized who it was.

"If you look up my skirt I will hurt you again Martín," she hissed quietly to not disturb the class.

This boy had a strange tendancy to make her feel uncomfortably unclothed and she quickly placed a hand in her lap, hoping to ward off and unwanted eyes.

DAMN MY ENGLIIISH.

[no_llores]

"When has I ever done that?" he retorted just as softly, snatching up the papers and unceremoniously stuffing them into his bag. There was a sparkle of mirth in his voice and he had to wipe at his mouth distractedly to hide his smile.