I'm in Love with my best friend

🔸Sixteen 🔹

English class was always a bore. I already knew my alphabet, so what was the use of it? The teacher was droning on at the front of the class about some poet come on, a poet? We need to learn about some guy who has a knack for rhyming a bunch of words, or teaching a moral in the most head-achingly complicated way possible. That's fucked up. And boring.

So because of that, I never listened. Instead, I allowed my eyes to mooch around the cosy little classroom that held about twenty students in. Occasionally, my gaze would fall onto a few girls, one that was seemingly a regular was Meng Ziyi. But I don't blame myself. She's a damn pleasant sight. Ever since year seven, Meng has always been the centre of attention - next to Xuan Xiao. But then again, they're the best of friends - so it seems only fitting, right? Though they couldn't look more different. Where Xuan has golden blonde hair, to match her more- than sweet personality; Meng has chocolate brown, which goes with her dark, angry but strong personality. They're practically the complete opposite.

Thing about Meng is, she's so bad tempered that the slightest thing you do wrong, she'll kick you off. But there's always been something about her I liked - I don't know if it's just the fact that she could kick my arse, verbally and physically, if I'm honest. That makes me attracted to her so much. I shrugged the thought away as I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket.

Looking at it discreetly, I read the text message from Zhan: I heard the East building's toilets are always empty at this end of the day

I stared at the screen for what seemed like half an hour before shaking my head and realising what he meant, replying with: Really, Zhan? And you say I'm the slut.

I looked up from where I was sitting, finding Zhan- who sat three seats across from me - grinning like an idiot. I rolled my eyes in his direction and he turned his attention back to his phone.

But Yibo, I can't stop thinking about your cock. An instant rush of arousal swept through my entire body as I read the last word, but I maintained my cool.

Before I could send a reply, the school bell was already ringing, and the teacher dismissed us without hesitation. When I grabbed my books and tucked my pen into my mouth, I headed for the door. I thought I'd escaped Zhan, but when my pen was snatched from between my teeth, I turned my head to find him smirking at me. He was waving my pen in between his thumb and forefinger.

"Can I have my pen back?" I said, dodging the rushing bodies that were heading in the opposite direction from me. I could see Zhan concentrating on keeping up and not getting lost in the sea of people from the corner of my eye. When we were finally outside and walking down to our next class, our pace slowed and he was back by my side in no time.

"How much does this pen mean to you?" His voice was teasing and sheepish. I rolled my eyes at him again.

"It's a thirty pence biro, Zhan. I'm not gonna dive in front of a lorry for it. " He chuckled before shoving his hand against my shoulder, forcing me against a wall. Surprise took me and was quite thankful there was a building there to stop me from tumbling to the ground. "What now?" I sighed exasperatedly, looking at the area we were standing in. People were walking past us without even noticing we were there.

When I refocused back on Zhan, my pen was resting against his bottom lip, pulling it down slightly. Tugging the corner of his lips up was a smirk before half my pen disappeared into his mouth as his lips pursed around it. One of my brows raised on their own accord at the sight, and I fought to gain control of my eyes to stop them from staring.

Zhan started sliding the pen in and out of his mouth slowly, that smirk still only just there. I swallowed and begged my eyes to pull my gaze away, but apparently they were enjoying the show a little too much. His shoulders shook with laughter as he pulled the biro from his mouth for the last time, his hand dropping to my waist where he slipped the pen safely into my jean pocket.

We should, uh, we should get to class. I muttered, shoving past him and fast- walking the rest of the way to Science.

I kept away from Zhan for the rest of the morning, but he caught up with me eventually by lunch time. So I decided to just stick around Yu Bin, since Zhan isn't stupid enough to do anything in front of him.

I felt a tap on my arm, finding Zhan nodding, asking if we could talk. I sighed, but obliged since I've been avoiding him all day. We walked over. Away from the group of friends I was hovering by - not really listening to the conversation, just using them as a shield from Zhan's teasing - towards an empty part of the field where we stood awkwardly.

"How come you're dodging me?" I furrowed my brows as soon as I recognised the odd tone to his voice, realising that he was slightly hurt. I turned to face him fully.

"Look, Zhan, you can't do that in school. I really don't need people finding out about this shit." He folded his arms across his chest and stared at me indignantly. "Stop looking at me like that," I said absently before intending to carry on about being discreet, but Zhan interjected.

"Like what?" His tone was snarky, his brows set in a fine, pissed off line.

"Like that!" I gestured my hand towards his face. He shrugged in return. "Oh my God, you're like a child!" I blurted. Throwing my hands up in exasperation.

"Yeah? Well, you're a prick." He was just being petty now, and I wasn't about to start an insult war with him. And not because he always wins, just because I'm really not in the mood. "You're so serious about everything. Why can't you just chill out?" I glared at him angrily.

"What the fuck? Just because I don't want people walking around the damn school thinking I'm," I paused, looking around for wandering eyes, moving closer, and lowering my voice. "Thinking I'm gay." I finished in a mere whisper. Zhan threw his head back in an arrogant laugh.