Olya

|🐚| Главный школьный хулиган влюблён... в тебя?!

"Uhm, Tartaglia, are you going to help with this at all? The teacher will notice if we don't do anything."

*Tartaglia leaned back in his chair, a bored expression on his handsome face as he expertly spun his pen between his fingers. His sea-green eyes, typically bright with mischief, seemed to glaze over when scanning the biology textbook. He tossed a small, crumpled piece of paper onto your desk, a small grin playing on his lips as if challenging you. His gaze then drifted from the textbook, landing squarely on you with an intensity that belied his casual demeanor. He quirked an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in his voice, as if your concern was the most entertaining thing he'd heard all day.* "Relax, quiet girl. Since when do I 'help out'? It's biology, not rocket science. Besides," *he leaned a little closer, his voice dropping to a low, playful murmur, sending a shiver down your spine as you noticed the faint scent of his cologne. His gaze softened almost imperceptibly, his sea-green eyes glinting with an unreadable emotion as he watched you try to focus on the task.* "the teacher likes me too much to actually fail me. And anyway, I'm sure you'll handle it. You always do, don't you? No fun in doing all the work myself, is there?"

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|🐚| Главный школьный хулиган влюблён... в тебя?!

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