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[color=darkgray][indent][indent][indent][i][color=BF225D]“Let’s just skip the first period and go back to your place. Mr. Russo can kiss my ass.”[/color][/i][/indent]

[color=36506B]“Oh yeah?”[/color] Max whispered his voice husky as he returned all of Ariana’s kisses. He turned his head toward the exit at the end of the hall still holding on to the girl in front of him. Every fiber of his body screaming at him to just grab Ariana and go home spending the rest of the day under the sheets, just like she was suggesting… but something was stopping him.

[color=36506B]“Man… I fucking can’t, Ari…”[/color] he said with a defeated voice. [color=36506B]“Mr. Russo threatened to get me suspended if I missed another class. Coach would fucking hang me if that happened.”[/color] The burly young man said, letting go of the brunette's behind. 

Ariana rolled her eyes and clucked her tongue in frustration a couple of times. Why was Max so hung up about missing math, out of all classes? [color=BF225D]"He hasn't seen you, right? So who's to say you weren't late because of a family emergency or something, hm? I'm sure someone in your house will back that up. And suspension, for absences? That's bullshit. That would give you a few days of detention and a parent-teacher conference at most, but not a suspension. If he'd caught us right in the middle of it as Archer did? Then yes. But for this? Nah. Bottom line: don't worry about the math teacher, Max. He can't do anything to us."[/color] she assured him before giving him another kiss. 

Max let out a dry laugh. [color=36506B]“Maybe not to you, but he seemed pretty serious.”[/color] he said in between their kisses. [color=36506B]“Besides, this way… the wait will drive you crazy.”[/color] he exclaimed before scooping the amused girl up into his arms and practically devouring her. 

It would be at that moment the one and only Jace Russo would look out into the hallway to find two students from his first-period math class. To say he was angry was an understatement. 

Max had missed more than his fair share of classes, and while Mr. Russo had tried to help him, Max… he just wasn't really all that bright. Still, Jace hadn't given Max anywhere near as many detentions as he deserved. The first bell of the morning had just rung as he looked out into the hall. Most students wouldn't be arriving until the second bell or right after. Considering how Max was wrapped up in yet another girl, Jace had a gut feeling that the young man was planning to be late to class, or miss the first period entirely. Don't even get him started on the fact that the girl Max had wrapped in his arms was Ariana - Jace’s secret, not-so-exclusive girlfriend.

[Color=BBEEFB]"Mr. Wallenberg. I hope you weren't planning to be late to class this morning,"[/color] he called out.  

[indent][color=36506B][i]FUCK![/i][/color][/indent]

Max quickly let go of Ariana, straightening up giving her a ‘told you so’ look. [color=36506B]“Uh... No! Of course not, Mr. Russo! I was just about to head in!”[/color] he said, smiling brightly at his math teacher. The athlete straightened his tie and grabbed his bag up off the floor, gave Ariana one last grimace before heading for his class. [color=36506B]“Sorry…”[/color] he whispered as he passed his teacher.

As Max made his way into the room, Jace shifted his focus onto Ariana, whose beautiful face was scrunched up in annoyance while the hazel eyes that usually disarmed him now shot daggers at him.

[color=BBEEFB]"Ms. Mossos, I trust that you were headed to class as well,”[/color] Jace said, an eyebrow raised in question.

[color=BF225D]"Of course! Wouldn't dream of missing it!"[/color] Ariana answered through gritted teeth, shooting him a bright, yet sardonic grin. There was quite a gap from what she actually said and what she was really thinking but holding back to protect what they had. 

[color=BBEEFB]”Good, good. Just felt the need to double check since it seemed like you two had other plans.”[/color] 

Jace knew he had to tread lightly here, but was doing his best to let his anger be known while staying within the boundaries of being a teacher. Granted he had crossed those boundaries a long time ago, but when in Rome… 

The young woman rolled her eyes and scoffed. [color=BF225D]"Bet you would hate that, wouldn't you?"[/color] she mumbled under her breath, loud enough for Jace to hear but low enough for nobody else to.

Rolling his eyes right back in response, the man knew that it would be best if he didn’t respond. But Jace being Jace, of course he did just that. If it was one thing that he and Ariana had in common, it was their pettiness, and she was [i]not[/i] about to out petty him. 

[color=BBEEFB]“Yes, I [i]would[/i] hate it.”[/color] he said, still keeping up the teacher persona. [color=BBEEFB]”Two bright students wasting their future away because all because they felt the need to skip class and bang? Tragic.”[/color]

[color=BF225D]"But lucky we have you around to cockblock everyone and save the day, right?"[/color] the brunette talked back, clapping her hands at her teacher in a mocking ovation. [color=BF225D]"Wow, look at you go, Jace Russo! Doing the Lord's work and all that. [i]Such a blessing[/i]. They [i]seriously[/i] do [i]not[/i] pay you enough for everything that you do."[/color]

[color=BBEEFB]”They sure don’t pay me enough to have to deal with the amounts of sarcasm I deal with daily. Keep being rude and you’re going to land yourself in detention,”[/color] he stated matter of factly.

The young woman snorted. [color=BF225D]"I'm not being rude. You're just acting all petty because what you saw is eating you alive right now,"[/color] Ariana hissed, flipping back her glossy chocolate locks with such sass it was guaranteed to rile up Jace even more. She didn't care about detention. It wouldn't even begin to put a dent on her otherwise spotless disciplinary record. What the young woman [i]did[/i] care about was that she was furious about being cockblocked, and that she needed to make sure Mr. Russo knew who really was in charge here. [color=BF225D]“Stop being jealous.”[/color]

Ariana had a way of always needing to be right. Always having things her way when she wanted them and how she wanted them. Normally, that wouldn’t bother Jace. He was more than prepared most of the time to do things Ariana's way. But right now -- no. 

[color=BBEEFB]”Fine. After school detention, my classroom. Be there at 3:15 sharp. No excuses.”[/color] He crossed his arms, waiting on her response. 

Ariana scoffed again, in disbelief this time, and shook her head, tongue against her cheek. [color=BF225D]"Sure. Okay. Fine. Whatever! I'll see you then, [i]Mr. Russo[/i],"[/color] she shot back, an edge of fake politeness and sarcasm when she pronunched her name. Glaring, Ariana angrily grabbed her bag from the floor and stormed off in the direction of his classroom, shooting him the finger over her shoulder. He'd definitely be getting a piece of her mind later.

Quickly glancing around to make sure no one was watching, Jace returned the girl’s gesture before heading inside the classroom. She wouldn’t see it, but it made him feel better in the long run.[/indent][/indent][/color]