Class Dismissed (One-on-One)

She squinted at him before continuing her work.

"Why do you hate him so much?"

 

"You just get a bad side of him," she said loyally. "He's actually really sweet."

 

She frowned at him, but stayed silent, returning to her work.

 

Poppy finished her last bones and sighed.

"Almost done?"

 

"Cool," she said easily. "I can take them home and wore them together."

 

"Mmhm," she said, focusing on her work. "Thanks for coming."

 

"The highest compliment I will ever receive from you," she replied with a smirk. "Now go. Get out of here before Evan shows up."

 

She grinned and shooed him away.

"Go. Of your own volition."

 

She watched him leave with a small smirk, shaking her head as she packed up. She went outside and headed to her car, pulling out her keys. As she inserted the key into the slot and froze as two arms encircled her waist.

"Hey Pops," she heard, and relaxed slightly.

"Oh, Jesus, Evan! You scared me," she said, turning in his arms to face him. "What are you doing here?"

He smirked down at her and kissed her forehead.

"Can't I come to see my girlfriend?"

She squinted up at him.

"You sure you just weren't following me to make sure I wasn't hanging out with Craw?"

"Oh, I know you were hanging out with Craw," he said, and his voice had a hard edge to it. "To be honest, Poppy, I'm pretty hurt. Don't you see what this is doing to me?"

"Evan," Poppy said, frowning at him. "Come on."

"No. No, I'm tired of it. How would you feel if I was hanging out with some girl that you hated?"

"Evan, I'm not even hanging out with him," she said. "We are literally working on a project together. That's it. You're acting crazy."

Evan's eyes flashed dangerously and he was quiet for a moment.

"Crazy, am I?" he asked, his voice quiet. "Let's go for a drive."

(Time skip?)

 

Poppy sat in her seat in science class, her forehead resting on her hand. Next to her was the hand model, meticulously wired together.