Kiss me || Dylmas

2-Switch

AN: Hi! since I didn't leave any author note, i just wanted to let you know that i am always open for suggestions about the story, etc. (: Also i really feel like writing from Dylan's pov for now, but i'll switch! Have a lovely day xx

Thomas'POV

I couldn't dare to go to any places where he could be today. After what happened... oh my god, i still can't believe how stupid i was...

"—So, do you have any plans for tonight?" asked Minho.

"—Yep" technically, i didn't lie.

"—Is that so? What?"

"—I haven't decided yet." i casually said, closing my locker and walking towards the class.

"—Yeah sure, well Gally's having a party at his house. Everyone will be there, no need for an invitation".

"—Are you guys going? Have fun" i said, sitting at my usual place.

"—Yeah, you're coming too". Gosh, i really don't feel like going. I know Minho's not going to drop this, it's really getting on my nerves..

"—C'mon shank, we can stay in our little corner if it gets too... well too many drunk, hormonal teenagers." he laughed at his own remark.

"—I would rathe-
He walked in. How come i never noticed we had a mutual class?

"—Tom?"Minho waited for me to continue.

I was to busy trying-not-to-make-it-obvious-that-i'm-trying-not-to-stare-but-unsuccessfully. He had a white, tight shirt. His hair was even messier than before because of the weather. He gave me a small look...

"—Thomas?" Minho insisted.

"—Uh... yeah sure" i wasn't paying to attention. All i could think about were his muscles moving as he set down- Sit right across me.

The class started and i was trying to pay attention, but i quickly got distracted. He moved his hand trough his hair, and i almost gasped. I didn't think it was possible to hear me, but he turned around and smirked. God i...

Why wasn't he turning around? His hazel eyes were still burning mine.
"—So, could i have a pen?"he raised an eyebrow

"—Oh..y-yeah, sure... here" i was holding the pen as delicately as i could, making sure i don't touch his hand, but as he didn't leave his eyes of mine, his finger brushed slightly mine, burning it. I feel my cheeks go red... Oh god Thomas, stop...

"—Thanks..." his smirk was still there as he turned back to paying attention to the class.

He took his book out of his backpack, crossing one of his legs. I couldn't help but stare at him as he brushed his hair, again. Oh hell... i would-

I try to concentrate again but i can't... A part of me can't. I look down...

"Fuck.." i say under my breath. I think that Newt was really paying attention to what i was saying since he heard me this time too. He let out a little sight, readjusting him in his seat.

"—Excuse me, could i go to the bathroom, please?" i asked as i raised my hand.

"—Sure" as soon as i got the permission from my professor, i stood up, quickly leaving the classroom.

Right before i opened the bathroom door, someone grabbed me by my hand, slightly burning it. I turn around..

"—Hey, you got bored too, huh?" the blonde boy was still here holding my hand.

"—I, um.. I actually got to go to the bathroom.."

He laughs a little bit.
"—Sure you do" he sais, lowering his eyes down my body. Oh my... He noticed...

"—I-i... i m-mean a-actually..." what to say now?

"—Did i give you that?" his expression changed to serious. What?

"W-what? No! I.." oh hell, what am i doing...

"—I'm talking about the bag? you took mine when you left.." he raised an eyebrow, again.

"—So you're only messing around when your expression is serious, huh?" this was pissing me off... just a little... actually, not at all.

"—I don't know what you're talking about. Did I miss something?" he asked, still looking deadly serious.

He's really god at this top-energy thing.

"—Thanks" he smiled. Oh gosh, Thomas did you say this out loud?

"—So, could i have my bag back?" he smiled.

"—Yeah su-" wait a minute. He wants to play top? He's gonna get top.

"—Actually, i say as i open his bag's pocket and take his phone, since you seem kinda interested at staring at me, here's my number so you can call me when i'm outside your vision." i said.

He blushed a tiny bit, i took him off guard. His slightly red cheeks were mesmerizing, but i didn't let them disturb me.

"—I-i.." he was trying to get back to the hottie level back from the cutie level.

I smirked a bit, starting to walk away, but he grabbed my hand again, blocking me from turning around without touching his lips, so I didn't.

"—Kind of like your sweater..." after a few moments, he complimented my red hoodie.

I turned around, facing him, them bringing my mouth to his ear.

"—I don't. I would rather let you rip it off me.." i whispered, feeling his hot cheeks burn even more.

I slowly turned around, confident and proud of my little top moment. But as i looked at his face right before going, he wasn't blushing anymore. I just took him of guard. I hope that i could at least be called a switch, though.