Anticipation

She trailed her fingers at the edge of his desk while humming. It was not a song she was humming, she did not seem the kind. It was a low hum, one without melody or purpose. From behind she looked like she was caressing the table of a loved one. Nothing can be further from the truth. She smirked a little as she took her place on his seat. Still humming that note with no melody. Her eyes gleaming in the dark like that of a wolf in the dark woods.
She puts her hand slowly into his drawer and pulled out a single note.
'He already anticipated this i see,' she thought to herself as she let's out a low chuckle.

The note, written in that loathsome boy's handwriting, was scrunched up and thrown in the garbage nearby. She closed the lid slowly as to not make a sound. 'Well, it's no fun beating him if he makes it easy.'

She moves to pick up her bag and as she walks to the classroom entrance, she hums the tune with no purpose.