Don't interrupt Alex, let him talk you out of it, M
From Create Your Own Story
"Is that so?" Johnson asked, his eyes narrowing suspiciously.
"Absolutely," Alex confirmed with a nod. "And you know how our lecturers are, sir. They don't really bend the rules, they'd sooner call the cops than take a joint if you know what I mean."
Johnson's jaw clenched, and you could see the gears turning in his head as he weighed his options. You dared to hope that maybe, just maybe, Alex's words had struck a chord.
"Fine," Johnson spat out reluctantly, his voice dripping with disdain. "But know this: I'll be watching both of you like a hawk. One more slip-up, and you're out of here. Do you understand?"
"Perfectly," Alex replied with a smile, while you simply nodded, afraid that your voice would betray your fear.
"Then get out of my damn class," Johnson barked, pointing to the door "Alex you still need a damn talking too but your boyfriend here can get out, and I don't want to see you until the next lecture!"
With adrenaline coursing through your veins, you didn't need to be told twice. You grabbed your things and scuttled out of the room, the door slamming shut behind you. Like a tidal wave, the fear and anxiety ebbed into concern and frustration at the treatment Johnson was giving to Alex. Why single him out so badly? It wasn't fair.
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