Chapter 107 Cole

I moan when I feel something softly comb through my hair. “Get up you goof.”

“No,” I mutter my voice muffled my face currently pressed into my arms which are resting on my desk.

“Cole, I need the blueprint, but your giant forehead is covering the part I need to see,” Shayla complains and taps my head with her pencil a couple of times. I smile into my arms and peek up at her, not fully lifting my head.

“Excuse you, this forehead has expanded to capacitate the knowledge and wisdom my brain has accumulated over the years,” I tell her and Shayla narrows her eyes at me and tilts her head to the side while her lips curl into a smile.

“Uh-huh, looks like a receding hairline to me, but whatever makes you feel better, big boy.” She says, pulling on the paper and glaring at me playfully when I don’t move. “Let go.”

I grin at her, and she blinks at me. “Big boy?”