Watermelons & Whiskey

#1 - Alex

We met in high-school, as most love stories do. Though I'm not sure this will be considered a love story. It was the first day in third period and he sat in front of me. From then on, I looked forward to walking into class, sitting down, then seeing him passed out as on his chair as usual. He would always either be 5 minutes early, or 20 minutes late. Never in between.

I've known about him since Elementary. Of course he never noticed me, but I always noticed him. For as long as anyone can remember, he has been going by his last never.

Schlatt.

Schlatt, Shlatt, Shlatt.

It's unique. I'm 67% sure no one actually knows his first name. He'd always joke about what it was but no one knew if they should believe him or not. If you'd ask him what it was, his response would be either "Jebediah" or "Jonathan" but both are lies. I think.

You know I never knew why, but he always stood out to me.

Maybe I had a friend-crush. It would make sense since I had wanted to be his friend for a while but I never gained the courage to actually speak to the guy.

Maybe I adored how he smelled like watermelons with a hint of whiskey. Or the way the corners of his lips curled when he smiles. Or the way his eyes squint when he tries to answer the teacher. Or how he never tried to impress anyone and attempt to be the center of-

"Hello?"
I looked up and saw him turned around facing me. In his eyes were confusion. His eyebrows raised in annoyance.

"Yeah?"
I cleared my throat. Was that the right thing to say? I feel so dum-

"I asked if you understood anything Dream was saying."

He means the teacher. Dream is everyones favorite teacher. Throughout the years, people have given him the nickname "Dream" because he's known to fall asleep while class is still in session. Ever since the name was created, he forbids us to call him anything else.

"Why?"
I have no clue what Dream's saying.

"I need help on all of this."
He holds up an article. I look to the board and see "Annotate article" written on the agenda.

"Well, I can't help you right now since class is over in like 3 minutes but I can tutor you if you want"
Did i really say that? You can't tutor someone for English what was i thinking. Plus I dont know anything about annotating or looking for context clues or whatever. He's going to say no.

"Meet me by the G building after school. We can go to my place."
And with that, he turned around and I was left to shit bricks in silence. At least he didn't say no i guess.

It didn't hit me until 10 minutes after class ended.

I'm going to his house.

Before today i had never spoken a word to him. He's never looked in my direction. I know nothing big will happen, but I'm still scared. Who wouldn't be?

You know what? I'll just play it cool. I'll act like I don't care.

I don't care.

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Authors Note:
AHH ik this was short. I'm not very good at writing a big amount of words. Or maybe just words in general lol. As i said earlier, if you have any suggestions or criticism i would greatly appreciate it!
Thank you!