torrance.

          ^{TORRANCE’S HEART ADMITTEDLY flutters, and she grins beamingly at her classmate.     ❝  your secret is safe with me, just so long as i get to learn from the best !   i really would like that, though. i mean, if you’re free and stuff, say… during lunch ?  ❞}

“Good.  Because you have no idea what it’s like to be at the end of a Rachel lecture.  No one deserves that.  They’re the things nightmares are made of.” The twinkle in his eyes said he was playing.  But was he?  Sort of?  Over-exaggerating?  Not really.  He’s been there to watch them happen and knows firsthand he never wants to be on the receiving end of one.  Ever.  “Lunch would be great!”  He fell silent for a beat as an idea struck then blinked out of it.  “What are your plans this weekend, too?  Just curious.”