Adonis really only looked up from his notes to get more notes. Sure, his eyes would flicker to the man once or twice ... or quite a few times ... but that was nothing out of the normal for him. He always liked to look at the man and that would not change - awkward moments or not.
By the end of class, his hand hurt. It ached from the many notes and the other doodles he had done too, but that was not too bad. It was better than rushing to get work done. He shuffled everything into his bag and then stood up from the chair. HIs arms stretched above his head and he let out a soft little groan at the sensation of his back cracking. He headed toward the door, his friends already caught up with him, talking about this and that of what they had done the night before. Apparently a few went to a bar or so ... God how he hated to hear their stories of female conquest.
By the end of class, his hand hurt. It ached from the many notes and the other doodles he had done too, but that was not too bad. It was better than rushing to get work done. He shuffled everything into his bag and then stood up from the chair. HIs arms stretched above his head and he let out a soft little groan at the sensation of his back cracking. He headed toward the door, his friends already caught up with him, talking about this and that of what they had done the night before. Apparently a few went to a bar or so ... God how he hated to hear their stories of female conquest.