Akira
With a grim expression, I force myself to look back. He has settled himself comfortably on his elbow and is staring me with a knowing look in his eyes.
"I wasn't planning to run." I claim, defensively. My head hurts to speak, it feels like someone is bashing me against a wall.
A devious smirk plants slowly on his lips tell me he knows. No matter how much I deny it and that irritates me further. "I was not."
His one brow shoots up, "Yeah? Then were you planning to go for that imaginary class of yours?" He remarks drily.
"No!"
"Then what?"
"I was.. I was going to pee!" I exclaim before it registers my mind.
Crap!
Oh how I am itching to punch his amused face but more than that I want to punch myself.
Pee, seriously?
Real classy, Ray.
And then there is my head, it is still
