She groaned and shook her head. It was disgusting. The school’s policies should be looked at, in Mohini’s opinion; they ought to be strengthened. But a lot to time to think about that she didn’t have because Blaine stuttered and blushed when she explained how she met Ray Beech, telling her not to laugh. “Aww, that’s adorable,” Mo laughed. “And you can’t say don’t laugh and then laugh yourself; that’s totally against the rules.” Her original plan was to wait until her laughter died down but it didn’t, each time she looked at Blaine, opening her mouth, she’d started to laugh again. “—Sorry,” She snorted, holding up both hands.
“I’m allowed to laugh at myself for an idiot crush on a famous person that you happen to know. Because awkward barely grazes over what that is,” he was still laughing between the words as his face went ten degrees hotter. But his eyes continued to sparkle with a mischievous glint. For now, slushies and his complete disdain for something more being done about them from the staff, who were supposedly there to protect their students, was finally let go from his thoughts completely. Nudging her by bouncing the side of his knee against hers, the former Warbler rolled his eyes, sat back in his chair and slung his arms across his chest. All for the fake, overdone pouting grumble of nonsensical noises of pretend offense and mumbled protests. “You should be sorry. To think I was going to see if you still wanted that help on your history project when I sat down.” His nose crinkled, the corner of his lip curled up and he huffed loudly. “And this is the thanks I get.. I see how you are.”
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