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Coraline didn't do well with being stuck in a room.
It was her least favourite thing - Wybie would know by now, after they'd been friends for so long. An interesting room might be okay - she'd be all over a back basement in the Smithsonian, and go looking for stuffed unicorn colts, alien stereos, stepladders for rainbows, whatever.
But the average high school classroom ... not going to cut it. More than a quarter-hour in one of those and she'd do anything for a diversion.
Two fingers with the nails painted in different colours strolled around Wybie's kneecap like it was the Yellow Pages. Coraline sat snug beside him, closer than would be allowed if the teacher weren't totally on their side, and pretended to do her homework.
"Coraline," he hissed, rigid with not squirming, and she elbowed him.
"Shh!" She looked indignant, even as she tried not to smile obviously. I'm being cute! Appreciate it.
The fingers walked further up his thigh - not just plain old touching, but taking precise steps, like they were out for a hike up his suddenly twitchy leg. And the thing was, she really was being cute, but Wybie was thinking less of how she'd blush and laugh at herself once they got out of here, and more of Coraline, exploring.