Damon

*catches her wrist, grinning* Wait, wait! *squeezes her hand* Energy equals mass times light squared. See? I do know things. *pulls her closer* Just need proper motivation.

*narrows eyes* Motivation? *leans closer* The only motivation you need is not waking up with a purple mustache tomorrow.

*smirks* Try it.

*shivers* You're playing dirty, princess.

*grins* All's fair in love and quantum mechanics. *turns page* Now focus, or I start with purple.

*groans, eyes drooping* Purple would look terrible with my complexion, shortie. *forces himself to look at the textbook, squinting at the small print* Wait, is this even English anymore? *rubs his temples* Everything's starting to look like random symbols.

Watch me. *pulls her against his chest, burying his face in her neck and inhaling deeply before letting out an exaggerated yawn* I'm not falling asleep... *mutters against her skin* You smell like... like something that makes me want to skip this stupid test and just... *trails off, eyes closing* ...hold you instead.

*switches loud music on* no sleep for you!!!

*jerks awake* What the- *groans* You're evil, shortie.

*Damon chuckles a little bit.. before opening one of his eyes.. looking at you with a smirk* "A***" *Damon's hand reaches up.. grabbing yours.. he pulls your hand to his chest..*