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He nodded in response to her question, settling down under the covers. "Of course," he noted lightly. "We may as well get at least a little bit of sleep before school," he added with a quick glance at the clock.
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She quickly fell asleep. Amira won't up the next day and quickly kissed Sage's jaw before getting up and running over to her house for her stuff. She decided she wasn't hungry enough for breakfast, so she just waited for Sage to get up.
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Sage fell asleep pretty quickly once they settled down, humming a good morning as she went to get up, laying around for a bit before he also got up and ready, meeting her over at her house soon enough.
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As Sage walked through the door, Amira walked up to him and gave him a short kiss before taking his hand and leading him out the door. "I feel like skipping our last class." She said, thinking about the rude teacher. As they approached the school, Amira turned and kissed Sage one more time before walking in with a sigh. She arrived on time to her first period, amking it obvious to the teacher she wasn't late. She handed in her homework, taking out her pencil. Another test. Great. Finals are also coming up..... She thought, filling out the test. I need to remind Sage later. The bell rang and Amira sluggishly moved to her next class. Once it was over with (No tests, thank god.), she nearly sprinted to her first class with Sage. She sat down, him already there, and took his hand. She gazed into his deep, loving eyes before grabbing her pencil and notebook. Biology. Hooray..... The tests were passed back with Amira getting an A, no surprise there. The teacher handed out a worksheet that had lines for the answers. Amira glanced around to see everyone getting out their computers. SHe sighed and got hers out, upset that this was what they were doing. She shot a smile over at Sage, hoping he did well on his test. She texted him behind her computer's screen, Finals are next week. Love you. She hit send and quickly finished the work, starting on the homework. The bell rang, making Amira jump. She quickly finished the homework and turned it in early. She walked back to Sage, taking his hand before going to 4th period. That hour was over quickly.
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Sage had kissed her back, wandering alongside her as they walked to school. He didn't pay attention to really any of his stuff going on in his first few periods, and when they got to the class with amira he grinned and said he happily. He wrinkled his nose when he noticed her text, not liking that fact. Wasn't much he could do about it though. So he just half assed his work, like he normally did, since he'd probably still get a bad grade if he tried, so why try?
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"I'm skipping 5th." Amira said, looking him in the eyes. "Join me?" She asked, hoping they could go home. "We can watch a movie at my place?" She suggested, hoping he wasn't dying to go to literature. "Nothing new will be handed out this close to finals, our teachers aren't that mean."
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Sage gave her a wide grin and a nod when she mentioned skipping. "I've never loved you more," he joked lightly, tugging her in the direction of the doors happily. "Anything to do with English I'm more than happy to skip," he added with a sort of chuckle.
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She smiled at him, "Do you want to watch a movie at my place?" She suggested, wanting to just snuggle him. "You make me feel so happy and safe. " She said, being completely transparent. She rubbing the back of his hand with her thumb. She gently poked him in the ribs, teasing him playfully.
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Sage chuckled softly and nodded. "That sounds good to me," he agreed, letting out a slight yelp when she poked him. "Rude," he giggled. He was sort of ticklish he supposed.
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She leaned on him while they walked. Once they arrived at her house, she dropped her bag and went to grab the remote, tugging Sage along with her. She flopped onto the couch dramatically, then sat up and laid her head in his lap. She traced the folds on his pants, waiting for him to choose a movie.
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