The hot air of his breath hit the nape of your skin that made you flinch. Oh, he must've entered the changing room when you were putting on your top. "Finally, you made it to third class. Were you asleep again..?" You ask, not even turning to face him. Your words made Usher shrug as a response. Of course he did. He was predictable like an open book to you. "Duh." His hands put themselves in the pockets of the pants on your ass. "You didn't bring your uniform again? The coach will get hella annoyed." "Do i look like i give a damn?"