Justine had really believed herself safe from Ian’s notice and she’d spent a bit of time proudly patting herself on the back for doing such a good job at giving the annoying boy the slip. The Canadian-pretending-to-be-French girl flipped back her long brown hair and turned her attention to the annoying and seemingly trivial lesson.

Mostly she was listening to the other student’s answers and trying very hard not to fall asleep on the comfy cushion.

Justine was trying so hard not to fall asleep that she was completely unaware of Ian’s crawling his way toward her like some unpleasant slimy animal, until of course he flopped down obnoxiously right next to her in the most ridiculous pose of all space and time and addressed her with the stupidest sentence ever.

UGGHHHHH.

“Vanish ‘ale, I’m busy.” She said in that prim, affected French accent of hers, taking a sip of the herby tea and not looking at his ridiculous face.