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Rory: It’s time to go Marissa. We are going to be late.

Rory said as he walked up to them at their table. Derek arched his eyebrow questioningly at Marissa, who was just as confused as Derek.

Derek: You guys have some where to be?

Rory: Yeah, class. I’m her ride.

Marissa: You are?

Marissa asked innocently surprised. Rory grabbed her hand and pulled her from the chair to face him.

Rory: Yes. Now come on before you make me late for yet another class.

 Marissa nodded at him him still confused. She didn’t understand why he was acting like this; but if she was honest with herself, Marissa wanted to go with Rory. Even though he seemed to pick on her half the time.