"No, she's loud when she gets in. It's Paris." Rory shrugged. "I think maybe she has a boyfriend. There are only two libraries that stay open late enough to accommodate her schedule, but that's possible."
Something in Anakin's brain broke at the idea of Paris and a boyfriend, but he shrugged it off. "Then tell her to shut up," he suggested helpfully, "or get earplugs."
"Someone called him 'ponytail boy'," Anakin said, reaching a hand back to try to massage some of the tension out of his shoulder and sighing again. "I'm clearly a terrible teacher."
"I can't exactly invite him into my office and demand to know his secret pain," Anakin said, smiling a little about being described as a sparkplug. "If he disrupts class again, he's getting detention."
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"I miss you."
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