Let Me Hold Your Hand

"Alright students...that completes today's lesson. Please turn in your group problems before you leave and don't forget to complete both your homework and quiz on Canvas tonight," My anatomy professor reminded as she dismissed class, "I'll see you guys next week."

I slid my MacBook into my backpack before handing in my worksheet and leaving the class. As I was about to put my arms through the straps, my bag was taken out of hands.

I turned around, ready to give this person a piece of my mind but it was only Art.

"Boy...don't do that again. You almost got a verbal beatdown out here in these people's hallways."

He chuckled, securing my backpack on his shoulder, "Let me hold your hand."

It was my turn to chuckle, "Are you asking me or telling me."

"Both."

I rolled my eyes and walked towards the building's exit.

I am not finna play with him...

I was a fast walker so he jogged up to catch my pace.

"For someone who has such short legs..."