In an instant, he stopped right in front of me. "I was just gonna look at your art, but you ran away from me instead," he said, his tone a mix of exasperation and amusement.
I opened my eyes. "What?"
"Do I have to repeat myself?" he replied, his voice laced with impatience.
"So why did you chase me?" I pressed.
"Nothing. I figured I wanted to stretch my legs after sitting too long," he said casually.
I was stunned, then caught a glimpse of his lips curving up into a smile before it vanished just as quickly. "Y-You smiled?" I pointed at his face in disbelief.
He glared at me. "Put down your finger, or should we have another lap around the Academy?"
I quickly lowered my hand and walked back with him. This spoiled brat, threatening and exhausting me all at once.
