Elise forced herself to pay attention to the teacher as he lectured about Marxist literary analysis and how to interpret stories from that perspective. It was a boring topic,  but Elise didn't want to think about Max. She didn't want to worry about what she had done in the music room, or think about how well he danced. She didn't want to consider what the future might hold. Was she going to be kicked out of the Academy and forced to try to survive on her own again? Surely not. They wouldn’t want a vampire just running loose, particularly not a potentially angry vampire. No, there would be something involving a punishment or a way to keep her close. Or dead. she doubted that last option, though. After all, Max still didn't know anything about what they were or what happened.<br/><br/>She glanced back at him once, when the thoughts started winning to see him smiling. He was adorable. And he looked much better off with the bit of sleep he got. He was still too trusting though. Even if he couldn't feel the bites, he could still die from them if the other party wasn't careful about things.<br/><br/>When the class was over, she got up and smiled at Max. "Do you remember where your biology class is?"