Snippet #2161161

Greyson watched Conall leaving, chewing the inside of his cheek.
"...You could've gone, y'know..." He said quietly, looking back at Lissa and giving her a small smile. "Honestly...I mean, you can still go, if that's what you want..."

Zac crossed his arms after he'd been given back his knife and watched while Aislin put on her little show, his expression smug and amused.
"...You done?" He asked after a few moments of the both of them standing there in silence, then gave a small laugh and began to walk towards the doors leading to the school hallways. He knew she'd probably forget about whatever she was supposedly mad about and follow him, and even if she didn't, he could just leave Langdon, get his shit done, and then go home. The school hours meant nothing to him; he always came and went at whatever time he pleased. Something to do with the fact that he was as dangerous as he was, he suspected. Or how dangerous they thought he was. Whichever way you put it, Zac didn't really care...as long as he got to leave early.

"...You think so?" Emma grinned and looked up at Jay through her eyelashes, fluttering them slightly as she did so. When she saw the faint blush he currently possessed her mood picked up even more, and her posture increased in pride as she sat up completely straight and looked directly at him. "Well...if it were a mixture of both, that would mean you wanted me to follow you, but you think I'm wierd and want me to go...so..." She teased and began to stand up. He wouldn't want her to leave...she knew that...she just wanted to hear him say it.