Alex let out a frustrated sigh and threw her pen down onto the textbook.  "I can see you, you know?" she said, frustrated, "I'm sitting here trying to help you and you're just distracted."  She rubbed the sides of her temples, and explained, "You keep looking at my lips?  Is there something on them?  Are they chapped or something?  What is it?"

As soon as she popped off on him she felt awful.  But then again he was frustrating.  He seemed to have avoided her slightly since the party.  Did he dislike the kiss?  She couldn't remember every detail of that night, but she remembered three key things: She initiated the kiss, they became quite handsy, and the kiss lasted quite a while.  Other than that she didn't remember too much.

Alex sighed and shook her head, picking her pen back up and twirling it in her fingers.