#69 Slap

Oliver leaned forward, elbow on the desk and chin resting in the heal of his palm, gazing dreamily at pretty Brody Summers with her pretty summery name and pretty summery hair, as she walked into the classroom in slow motion. Maan, her smile was just... sigh.

He was unaware of the prefect sitting behind him taking all this in until something connected with the back of his head. Hard. Torin Kane hand.

OW! Jeez!” Pulling a petulant face, he turned to glare at the older boy . “What's that for?”

“Stop making goo goo eyes at my girlfriend.”