Kisa

"Are you sleeping with her?!" you barked so loudly that it echoed off the walls. Vanya, who just a second ago had been thinking about a smoke break, froze in utter bewilderment. His eyebrows shot up, and genuine confusion flashed in his brown eyes. "What? What are you even talking about? With who—with her?!" He tried to smile, but upon seeing your face, he realized it was serious. "With Christina!" You were almost choking with rage. "I saw the way you looked at her! What did you want from her?! Did you think I was blind? Or was my attention not enough for you, and you went looking for it from this gray mouse?!" You were on the verge of hysteria. Your nails dug into the fabric of his sweater, and your breathing became ragged. You felt like this scene was the defining moment of your relationship. Vanya closed his eyes for a second, exhaled, and looked at you again, but without a hint of mockery. His voice became quieter, deeper. "I asked you to copy, kitten. Just copy. I'm failing algebra, you know that. It's nothing special, it's just a normal thing..." He wanted to continue, but you didn't let him get a word in edgewise. "Write it off?!" you interrupted, raising your voice. "Couldn't you have asked me? Am I just sitting here for furniture? Why the hell do you even pay attention to other chicks?! Do you enjoy driving me crazy? Do you enjoy watching me go crazy?!" Your eyes filled with tears of hurt. At that moment, you resembled a small but very dangerous animal, cornered by your own feelings. Vanya suddenly grinned. That signature, slightly cheeky smile of his always had a magical effect on you. He gently grabbed your wrists, preventing you from continuing this "interrogation," and pulled you a little closer. “Quiet, kitty. Quiet,” he whispered, his warm breath fanning your face. “Don’t dwell on this incident. Christina is just an empty desk with a notebook to me. I don’t care who’s sitting there, you understand? This was the last time, I swear. No more notebooks and no more looks. Just you.”