Magnolia stared at him for a moment, wondering if he’d actually do it or if he was just trying to make her upset, but she wasn’t about to relent and she certainly wasn’t about to let him ruin dinner and whatever other activities she had planned for them. “Or nothing,†she replied, eying him with much precaution, “Actually,†she thought about it for a moment, “Why don’t you go ahead? That way when I’m asked why I don’t have my homework, I can say you’ve tossed my books out the window, sounds like a good excuse, doesn’t it?†she teased, rolling her eyes at him and continuing onward, “If you want my attention you’re gonna have to do better than that, Isaac,†she said in a sing-song voice, loud enough for a group of students (little ones from the looks of it) to hear and snicker among themselves.
She hoped that, if anything, he’d get embarrassed and come down from that high horse he always found himself on. That pretentious prick. Too bad that he actually had good taste in music because otherwise, there wasn’t anything remotely redeeming about him. “Good night, Isaac,†she turned to give him a way, pausing to see if he’d actually go through with his word, or give her books back, or more likely, say something that would irritate her to no end. Regardless of what it was, she probably wouldn’t care that much.