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It was hard to not let your eyes trail after him, observing so blatantly as Spencer gesticulated while monologuing about something you weren’t entirely sure you understood. You’d figure it out later. Someone would explain it to you, probably, if you asked nicely. JJ probably.
You shifted in your chair to set your right foot on the ground, your thick platformed boot thudding against the wooden floor, while you swapped and lifted the left foot onto your opposite knee. The chains attached to your belt loops softly clinked with the movement, not enough to distract anyone but enough that you heard the sound and smiled. The clinking sound your chains made was one of your favourites. You took some small liberties when it came to your uniform, but you always ensured you were technically compliant with the dress code. A patterned shirt was one of your favourite ways to tailor your uniform to your own personal style, that day you’d chosen a black shirt with small grey embroidered skulls, they looked like spots from a distance so you generally managed to get away with it. You also had a small amount of eyeliner on, no wing, just some black eyeshadow smudged around your eyes, the same way you’d learned when you were just fourteen and looking up ‘emo aesthetic’ on tumblr.
Emily shuffled her chair slightly closer to you, making you glance over with a raised eyebrow, but she said nothing so you ignored it. She’d probably done it to see the images pinned to the cork board behind Spencer better. That line of thought drew your eyes back to his arms, he’d become more toned in the last six or so months, and with his shirt sleeves rolled up like they were it was easy to notice, and hard to look away from. Beside you, Emily coughed softly, leaning in closer toward you until your shoulders were touching. You rolled your eyes and turned to face her, brows raised to effectively communicate ‘what the fuck do you want?’.
“Could you get any thirstier?” Emily whispered, her amusement clear in her voice. You leaned further back in your chair and crossed your arms over your chest, ignoring her for a moment to watch as Spencer walked away to do something else, admiring his ass as he went.
“Probably.” You finally said, at a normal volume now that he was out of earshot.
“Were you even listening?” She then asked, standing as you did, ready to head out to do what was needed.
“Not a word. He’s so pretty, it’s distracting.”