lovely |k.k|

XVIII

Entering class was its usual shit storm, and surprisingly I found that Kevin was later than usual. Students were all piling into class, and I pulled out part of the work.

Yes, I did do a lot of work putting the project together, but Kevin made sure to send me all the notes I should've included. Easy enough, it was an assignment done mostly on our own. Kevin had all his evidence and sources printed, I simply used that and some of my own to write the essay.

I had spent my days trying to get Mrs. Tyson to hate me a bit less, and it was working rather well. Until Kevin entered class. He was one of the last to shuffle in, but got into his place beside me just like usual. I could see her eyes follow him carefully, watching as he sat beside me like it was nothing.

He placed his bag down, looking through it for a notebook before he even looked at me. When he did, he seemed as vacant as ever,

"How was it?" He said with such a false sense of interest I figured it was better not to take it in, knowing full well I'd just spit it back up,

"You don't even care." I stated, rolling my eyes and resting my head on my hand as I tried to focus on the front of the class. This made him smirk softly, placing his hand on my thigh and tugging me closer,

"You know me so well." He teased softly, making me scoff and shove him slightly. His kept his hand there for a second, and I couldn't help but notice his knuckles were red, maybe even a little scratched up. They caught my eye, but as I replied back I was trying to ignore it,

"Other than that, remember you owe me for this project. We'll pass, thanks to me." He chuckled, about to give some intrusive reply when the teacher interrupted us,

"Welcome back to school, Kevin."

Some people glanced over, others were too busy grabbing their things. Kevin took his hand off my thigh, doing a slight wave before intertwining both of his hands on top of the desk,

"Thank you, I feel welcomed." He said calmly, eyeing her dangerously. Mrs. Tyson seemed ready to say something, but some intensity in this shared glare made them both return to silence. That is, until she looked down at her stack of papers,

"I'll need to have a talk with you after class, alright?" Kevin only raised a brow, pursing his lips. He didn't even confirm, just sighing and looking at me.

I gave him an incredulous look, and he simply shrugged, grabbing the paper I had placed down and flipping through it and talking loud enough that she could hear,

"Let's hope she doesn't want to talk about my Mom's  books," I watched him carefully as he lingered on the pages featuring his work, "I'd have to blow my brains out afterwards."

The tension in the room only seemed to suffocate, and judging by the look of shock on her face, this was highly inappropriate. Her eyes met mine, and I knew she was going to chew him out for that one. She'd have to. She was a teacher, it was her job.

And yet, all she did was shake her head and go back to whatever she was doing. Once it felt like her eyes were off of us, I punched Kevin in the arm. He winced, giving me a 'what was that for?' look as I glared at him.

"You don't just say that so the teacher hears you, dumbass." He rolled his eyes, a smirk developing on his lips,

"Relax, Dove," He placed the paper down between us, seeming to lean closer so only I could hear. His voice lowered, an edge in it that proved more deadly that humorous, "I'd rather have everyone in this room dead than myself."

I went silent, my mind trying to piece together where this sick joke was suddenly coming from. Now, as he pulled away and waited for my reaction, I wondered if this was just to see my reaction. I remained in place, my eyes watching him as he pulled back and smiled charmingly,