His lip moved up as he watched me excitedly tell him about my plans to write all about him in the most teasing way possible.

I shrugged "I think my opening line is fantastic. It introduces the rest of what I will talk about in the essay."

"Just don’t say Valentine."

I was about to make a comment on how one time he was asking me to say his name, but I decided to keep my mouth shut.

A question came to mind, and I asked, "Do you not like your name?"

Stone shook his head.

There was no way he could find Valentine a worse name than Drizella.

"Why do you not like your name?" I asked before I ended up blurring out "It is totally sexy."

He let out a small deep chuckle.

I ended up blurting out to try and save myself from the humiliation of my last comment "Your name kind of sounds like something found in a jewellery store."

Smirking, Stone tried to glare away at me, but it was short lived as he looks at my smile.

"You know what I will just write your name as Val instead." I teased to try and get back at him for laughing at me.

"No. You will not."

"Cheer up, Val." I said as I winked at him "I will not call you that. I already have enough nicknames for you as it is."

Continuing with my taunting, I hid my notebook close to my chest and pretended to write something.

He twirled his pencil in his finger as he gave me his unfaltering attention "What are you writing?"

"My essay," I replied "And I am not showing you the final product until I am finished. Maybe not even then."

Stone let out a husky laugh at my actions before he mirrored my stance so he could hide his piece of paper. His notepad was moved to his knee so I could not see what he was writing.

I did not like it. I wanted to see what he was writing about me.

His pencil touched the paper, and he scribbled something down. I could not see what it is was even though my neck was stretched like a giraffes.

He noticed my spying and voiced what he had supposedly wrote "Drizella Miller thinks Elvis is still alive. She is mad."

"How do you like mine?" I asked before pretending to read my page and making up a starter sentence on the spot "Stone's favourite book is Alice in Wonderland. The quote says all the best people are mad. I think this suggests that I am his favourite person ever."

Time passed with small glances at each other while writing. I jotted down little things I had picked up over my time with him that I could talk about in the assignment.