“Baby, you don’t need class,” I whisper against your lips as my hand finds it’s way to the back of your head, fingers tangling in your hair, “stay with me.”

I hear you muffle against my lips as you try and not give into my kisses. You finally managed to pull away, making me pout slightly as you smiled at me. I rolled my eyes as I watched you get out of my bed and fix up your tangled hair.

“Baby, you can survive one day of not going to classes,” I try to convince you but you’re not having it. I grumble and sit up on my bed, my back against the headboard. You continue to look around my messy dorm room for your belongings that you bought over last night, which makes me frown.

We are polar opposites when it comes to schooling, you want good grades and actually try for them. Then there’s me, where as I couldn’t give two shits about my grades, which you scold me for nearly everyday.