Chapter 46: Childish Erick

When Erick arrived at the Stitch Food Joint, Amber was already inside. She was sitting at the booth, far away from the entrance. Erick sniffed and looked around. His eyes landed on a blonde girl who was munching away at the french fries in front of her, with her eyes on her notebook.

A grin blossomed in his face as he went straight towards her, his stride fast and excited.

When Erick stood beside the table, Amber still did not realize that he had arrived, her attention still fixated by something written on the notebook. Leaning closer at the notebook, he realized that it was a notebook filled with scribbles and doodles.

Erick then sat down beside her, bumping her hips with his.

Startled, Amber turned around and saw Erick smiling cheekily at her. "Deng. You surprised me!" she exclaimed.

He cocked an eyebrow. "You seriously did not notice that I was here?" he teased, as he leaned closer to her.

"Since when?" she demanded, her eyes narrowed in suspicion.

"Since an hour ago," he lied smoothly, wearing a poker face.

Amber pouted. "Lies!" she reputed.

"I've never lied."

"You just did!" she counterback, poking him on the shoulder with her pointer finger.

Erick quickly grabbed her finger and bit it.

Amber's eyes widened as she turned beet red. She pulled her hand away and glared at him. "What do you think you're doing?" she demanded.

'Yeah, idiot,' growled Dane in his mind. 'What the hell do you think you're doing? You should have bit her… No, mate her!'

Erick just ignored Dane and smiled innocently at Amber, without answering her question.

Amber rolled her eyes and then gestured at him to come closer, thinking that he might probably not be able to see anything in her notebook. She pointed at some texts in the notebook and said, "So, the topic that was given to us for the assignment is kind of vague. Something like how Harry Potter has an impact on modern literature." She then turned to Erick and asked, "By the way, have you watched the movies?"

Erick nodded. God, he loved how she smells. Being in close proximity like this is like a blessing. He did not think that he would ever want to move from this position.

"What about the test? Did you do it too?"

Erick nodded again. "Yeah, I got Gryffindor as my house."

Amber raised her eyebrows in surprise. "Oh really? You did not cheat your way into getting that house?" she asked teasingly.

"What do you mean?" he asked, confused. Why would he cheat into getting that house? Other than the main character being in that house, he did not know what else was so special about the house.

"Like, you did not redo the quiz over and over again, just to get the house, did you?" she asked again, smiling cheekily.

Erick rolled his eyes. "Now why would I want to waste my time doing the quiz all over again? Even if I did redo the quiz, I'd pick Slytherin."

Amber looked at him in surprise. "Oh, Slytherin? Why Slytherin, though?"

Erick shrugged. "They looked like a cool house, even if many Potterheads do not like them. And yeah, I like green and the fact that I think they are just being viewed in a bad image.."

She narrowed her eyes at him. "What do you mean?"

"Nothing. Like I said, Slytherin is being undervalued in the movies when in fact, they are the coolest," he replied. "What about you? What house did you get?"

She smiled smugly at him. "I got Ravenclaw!" she said proudly. "Now that's a smart house!"

"Oh, that doesn't seem like a popular one," he commented.

Amber glared. "What do you mean by that?" She then poked him on the shoulder again, each word with each poke. "Just you wait. You have not watched the other movie where you will see one of the great characters from Ravenclaw."

Wincing, not because it hurts too much but rather, it does hurt a bit especially when she poked with her nail. "Right, right," he reassured her, wanting her to stop poking him.

After three milkshakes, four burgers and three fries later, the two of them had finally rectified all the notes that they had gathered and taken down into an essay. Erick compiled all the notes and corrected some grammar mistakes made by Amber. At the same time, he explained to her why they had to use this grammar rule and so forth.

They saved the document both in their pendrive as well as in Amber's laptop, just in case.

Erick, at first, wanted to go to Amber's house right after the 'date' but Amber told him 'no' since she probably would be sleeping early that night, feeling mentally tired. She probably would not be able to 'entertain' him so it's better for him to just stay home, much to Erick and Dane's displeasure.

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The due date of the Harry Potter assignment.

It was noisy and lively inside the classroom. Amber was already inside, with her backpack on the floor and her books neatly arranged on her table. Erick had just walked into the class with the class teacher, Mrs. Evan, walking in front of him.

He smoothly went to Amber's side and stared hard at the guy who was sitting behind her.

Mrs. Evan was about to start her lesson when she noticed Erick was still standing around. "What are you doing, Mr. Kendall? Go to your seat right now."

"My seat is right here. I'm waiting for him to get out of the seat," he answered, gesturing at the seat where a blonde and lanky guy was sitting. The guy stared at Erick in bafflement. 'But I was here first,' the guy thought, frowning.

Classes usually do not have a fixed seating arrangement so even though Erick had sat behind Amber before, it does not mean he would be able to sit behind her once again.

Mrs. Evan frowned. "Mr. Kendall, there are other seats available here. Why do you insist on taking that seat when you can see that Mr. Garcia is currently occupying that seat?" she asked patiently.

Erick turned to the blonde guy, who Mrs. Evan refers to as Mr. Garcia and narrowed his eyes. He then gestured at him to move out, not saying a word. His posture was telling everyone that he would not be moving unless Mr. Garcia moved.

The blonde guy immediately packed his things and moved to the back of the class.

Satisfied, Erick dumped his backpack on the floor and leaned against his seat with a grin, his hands inside his pockets.

Amber turned around, just in time to see a grin on his face and rolled her eyes. "How childish can you get?" she mumbled before turning back around.

Erick leaned closer to her and blew softly at her neck, making her shriek in surprise. "As long as I'm near you, it doesn't matter how childish I can be," he said cheekily.

"Miss Keene, is there something you'd like to share with the class?" Mrs. Evan asked, frowning.

"No, no, there's nothing," Amber stammered. Once the teacher turned around to prepare her lesson, Amber quickly turned around to glare at him. "Stop messing around!" she hissed.

Erick just grinned, showing off a smile worthy of a toothpaste commercial with dimples that popped in his cheeks.