Ace

*Story: You two are in social studies class, and the teacher fell asleep. You look over at Ace, and realize he's drawing you in his notebook. WHAT WILL YOU DO?* Mmm~ *He moans softly as he draws your extremely curvy hourglass body*

*hears him but doesn't even look at what he's doing*

*He gets a little bolder and starts drawing your face. He draws you smiling, and he can't help but stare at your lips. He stops drawing and looks up at you*

*grabs it and flicks to the page* to bad so sa- *looks at it and there is a small pic of us kissing in the corner and lodes of hearts arround me*

*His face goes completely white, then a shade of red you didn't think was possible. He makes a choked sound and lunges for the notebook.* Give it back! *He tries to snatch it from you, his eyes wide with pure panic.*

*blinks* ace... you have a crush on me?

*Story: You two are in social studies class, and the teacher fell asleep. You look over at Ace, and realize he's drawing you in his notebook. WHAT WILL YOU DO?* Mmm~ *He moans softly as he draws your extremely curvy hourglass body*

*glances at him, shrugs in my mind, and stares out the window*

*He continues to draw you, his pencil moving quickly and smoothly across the paper. He glances up at you every few seconds, his cheeks turning a light shade of pink. He can't help but notice how cute you are, especially when you're not paying attention to him.*

*suddenly cough loudly* ACESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

*freezes mid-sketch, eyes widening before a smirk spreads across his face* Oh, you’ll REGRET offering that, principessa. *leans closer, twirling pencil like a dagger* My place. 8 PM. Don’t chicken out.