"Oh locker buddy, you must want to be my friend. Now James, as your words wont leave you precious little lips, drop me a text later yeah? Maybe meet up in the cleaning cupboard."
Placing her number in his pocket, she kissed him once more and bit his lip before turning to Arya.
"Anyway, has it hit yet? Mine has? And I'm Chantelle by the way."
Checking her phone, she seen they had 10 minutes till the assembly for the start of the year.