"And one last thing before I let you all leave today..."
His teacher was literally the worst. He drawled when he spoke, always found a way to turn simple ideas into hour-long lectures, couldn't take a joke, and still used a chalkboard. He didn't mean to be rude or anything, but whiteboards are just so, so much better. For one thing, whiteboards don't murder your ears whenever they're written on.
When the bell finally rung he slumped down in his chair and sighed in relief. He waited patiently for his classmates to clear out and watched Pip as she made her way across the room and threw herself on top his desk. He knew what she wanted the moment her lips began curling upwards.
"Hayyyyyy, Parisss, want to go into town with me today? There's this new shop in town and I heard it's got the most amazing dresses. Come with me?"
It was a lost battle. She was an angel on the outside, but an impossibly stubborn teenager on the inside.
"Anyway, you have to come or else who is going to tell me how cute I look! I promise to go and play that new game with you later as well...Despite the fact that I never win..."
They had an unspoken agreement that in return for offering his extraordinarily horrible skills at judging clothes, she would offer her own extraordinarily terrible gaming skills. Not to be impolite but he spoke the truth : she really wasn't the best gamer ever - nor the best sports player ever - but he did give her some credit for trying. When they had made their way out of the school building he pulled his hand back both in embarrassment and also to point her towards the bike rack next to the school walls.
"I brought my bike - where to?" It was an unnecessary question, but he asked it anyway out of habit. Clothing was a constant topic present in the conversations of his female classmates, there was no such thing as a new clothing shop opening up without getting the attention of his school's entire female population. By the end of the day he already knew exactly where it was, the name of every single employee working there, and how much they had in stock of each item. Over time, they had developed a way for them to ride his bike and at the same time prevent her from transforming. She would sit on the bike seat with her hands on his backpack while he stood standing with his feet on the pedals and most of his weight on the handle bars. It was a brilliant solution - one he prided himself with making up, though to his dismay he later found the same idea on the internet.