The bell rang with a sharp trill, signaling the end of class. Chairs scraped against the floor as students rushed to pack up their belongings. The room buzzed with chatter about the upcoming game, books snapping shut and zippers being yanked as bags were slung over shoulders.
Miss Hartwell's voice cut through the growing noise. "Don't forget your permission slips for next week! And practice those presentations — I'm expecting brilliance, as always." She smiled, adjusting her glasses with one hand while holding her clipboard in the other. With a small wave, she exited the classroom, leaving behind the usual clamor of a transitioning period.
The noise swelled as students filed toward the door. In the middle of it all, Oliver stood, stretching his arms lazily over his head before strolling toward the back of the room. As he passed Olivia's desk, he reached out and gave the back of her head a light smack.
"Maniac," he said, smirking as he continued walking.
