Kiss me || Dylmas

1-Stalker boy

                                                                         Thomas'POV
As soon as the alarm goes off i groan and get up. I am to tired to think, and the light is hurting my eyes.

After i took a shower, i checked my phone to see if Theresa has send me anything. But instead, i found a reminder that i have a practice this morning. I was already late, so i rushed trough my door.
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I threw my bag in the locker room and run outside.
"—So sorry, i'm late" i apologized.
"—This is the first and the least time, understood?"
"—Yes, coach".
Basketball is a very cliché game if you ask me, but i have to practice something if i want a good college.

My thoughts got interrupted by a strange feeling that someone is staring at me. As I turn around, i see a blond, tall boy almost checking me out with his hazel-brown eyes. He wouldn't even notice that i saw him if he didn't remind himself that smirking in public isn't the best thing to do.

I laugh a bit to myself, right before the game starts. Since this is my first practice, i didn't do very well and founded myself only running after the ball. At some point, i was standing in the middle with the ball in my hands, feeling everyone's eyes on me. I didn't know what to do, maybe run? Then i remembered i can't just run.

In an attempt to play by the rules, i stepped on the ball, and fell on someone. My brain didn't process what happened, so i didn't move right away. I turned around, only to see that i am laying on top of the "stalker-but-cute" boy. I felt my cheeks flush red as I looked at his eyes. I lowered my eyes at his lips, down his body and then back at his eyes. That stalker boy wasn't only cute, but also hot as hell.

"—Enjoying the view, now are we?" the boy smirked. His accent was thick, and i swear he could feel the butterflies that he gave me with this flirty remark as his smirk grow bigger.

"—I-uh, oh my god, i'm so sorry" i immediately apologized when i finely understood what i was doing. I got up and gave him my hand before i could think about what i was doing. He was still laying on the ground, looking up and down my body, before taking my hand. I felt the blood rush trough my cheeks even more. Ohh my hell...

"—I'm Newt" he said.
"—I'm Thomas..and i'm also sorry for this.." i don't think i really am sorry. Am i?
"—No worries, you still didn't lose the chance to socialize." Yeah, i don't want to socialize, i want to..
"—So how come someone this nice looking is this bad at basketball?" Thomas interrupted my thoughts, and i am grateful he did.
"—Well, actually I-um..i-i was.." i just now realized he said i was good looking, in the middle of my sentence. This is the third time i blushed since this morning, I swear i'm going to lose it...

Great, now he's smirking again. Not that it bothers me, but...
"—Alright, good enough. I'm just going to assume that not everybody has the talent"
—"Yeah right.." I said, making a huge effort not to sound ridiculous.
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The day has gone kind of fast as i spent my time daydreaming, because hey, that's always better then listening to the classes when you need good grades Dylan. Anyway, i'm starving. I should go to the cafeteria.

I walk to the table where Theresa, Brenda, and Minho were.
"—Aaaaannd Tom-the-shank has joined the table of kingggss!" said Minho while Brenda and Theresa were making drums sounds with their hands on the table.
"—Hi to you too, swine" i snapped back, joking of course. Not really but he doesn't know that.

As i set my plate to the table, my eyesight cross with Newt's- wait this sounded wrong. Lemme try again; my eyesight crossed with the extremely hot, stalker boy i spent the morning daydreaming about. Much better.

His hand went trough his blond, messy hair, still staring at my eyes. His veins stick out a little bit, he was wearing a red hoodie that i wanted to take o-...

He took an apple and left the cafeteria, going to the direction of the library. He left?
Without thinking, i took my backpack, still staring at the door, and left the table along with my friends and my food.

"—Where the fuck are you going?" asked Brenda.
"—I forgot that i have a project to work on. I'm not hungry anyway, i'll catch you up later".
Damn, i was starving... I should've took the food with me.

I rush into the library, but immediately slowed down, not to look awkward. I innocently walk past the shelfs, trying to spot the stalker-hottie. Who do i call a stalker now... At the back part, the empty part, i finely saw him. I quickly acted like i am looking for a book.

"—Took you long enough" the boy was standing against a shelf, with one leg up against it. He was playing with the apple, throwing it from one hand to another. Wait, did he actually expect me to come? Oh god, my brain really isn't working.

"Oh, uh hi there, Newt..." am i really acting innocent right now? He laughs. Oh god...

"I-I wasn't s-.." i looked up at him. Oh hell, why did i have to look at him? He was standing really far away from me, but his usual smirk was so intimidating for some reason that i just wanted to..

"—They didn't tell me that you are this bad of a liar." his smirk grew.

"—Well i kinda didn't know you were this sassy so..."

"—Woah.. did you just call me sassy?" i could swear his eyes darkened a bit along with my butterflies. I could feel that my face was read, again.

"—God, as much as i am enjoying this top-energy moments, i would rather let you pin me at this shelf" his expression was sirius.

"—W-what?" did i hear him right?

"—You heard me." oh god, oh god, oh god...

He let the apple fall as he came forward me. My heart was racing, and i think that I could collapse any moment. He leaned closer, his lips only inches from mine. He was staring at my lips. I think he waited for me to kiss him. Oh god i can't keep myself anymore.

I also leaned, but a second before my lips touched his he pulled away, rising an eyebrow.

"—God i was messing around. You should really learn to control yourself." he laughed a bit, throwing me his apple and leaving.

How can I be so stupid? Stupid Thomas! Stupid!