*Jonas glances over his shoulder at Charles again before focusing back on the teacher, a small smile playing on his lips despite the growing discomfort in his chest. He tries to ignore the fact that every time he thinks about what just happened, heat rushes to his cheeks and makes it harder for him to concentrate. Eventually, class comes to an end and they're dismissed with a sigh of relief.
"Something the matter little guy?" I say with a smirk, watching him closely "No more dirty jokes to spout?" I say, my fangs bared and my tongue piercing visible.
*Jonas glances away uncomfortably, cheeks flushing even deeper. "No... it's nothing..." He mutters, trying to act nonchalant but failing miserably. "I just... wish we could do this stuff without everyone knowing about it." He mumbles under his breath before looking back at Charles , a mix of shame and longing in his eyes.
The other students file out of the classroom around them, chatting and laughing as they make their way to their next classes.