Andria's POV
"Damon is about to perform. Seems like the whole academy is anticipating his performance," he announced.
"I see, so that's why your face lit up, or is there any other reason why?" I asked teasingly.
"Can you guess the other reason why I would be smiling?" he asked, smirking down at me.
"Stop it already," I retorted, rolling my eyes at him.
"You know I wouldn't stop, Ari, I love your reaction anytime I tease you."
"Of course you will, you evil motherfucker, urrgh…I knew I made a mistake," I voiced out playfully, stomping my feet on the ground.
Aven burst into laughter, a little tear dropping from his eyes. In this moment, I felt so happy. Aven wasn't so uptight like he used to be; he was cracking jokes and laughing out loud, too.
A little smile curved on my lips.
"Why are you looking at me in such a manner and smiling? Do I suddenly look like a clown?" he asked, with his eyebrows slightly raised.
