I'm in the middle of class, an important class. When I get a text. Being a teenage girl I slyly pull my phone out to read the message. Of course it's Georgie, my boyfriend who has attachment issues. I open it to make sure he isn't having a panic attack and I see the message one word all caps with a ridiculous of exclamation points and emojis. It simply reads;

DUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ok so he saw a duck. I was midway texting back when paintballs started going off. Those bastards had hid them absolutely everywhere. Under chairs, under desks, in bags, in candelabras. In less than 10 seconds everyone was screaming even my poor professor and the entire room and everyone in it was covered in paint splotches, some worse than others, some of us were more paint then clothes.

I used the chaos to slip out to find the undoubted culprit. I was 2 corridors over from my original now paint filled class when I was pulled into an abandoned classroom. " I did tell you to take cover." I heard laughed. I looked up to see George grinning like a child down at me. " why did you paint bomb my classroom?"

"Wanted you out of there. Because I knew you'd come find me, your darling boyfriend who adores you." He laughed, I facepalmed. His attachment issues are so bad he set off 30 paint bombs all too see me. Should I be honoured or concerned. I gave him a look. "Yeah yeah codependency whatever, just because I don't want you out of my sight ever doesn't mean I have issues okay but there tolerable issues so it doesn't matter. Skive?"

"I was going to ask if you would bail me out, that's why I had my phone out in the first place?"

"That's my girlfriend, come on love."

"Sex?"

"What else would we do?"