Chapter 3: Viscosity Velocity

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He opens the box, slowly losing his smug grin. He glares up at me with the opened box in his gloves. An almost disappointing look spreads across his face before he chuckles cockily, his now signature smirk returning as he speaks again.

"How did you get these? Did my mom give you these? Did you go see my mom? You some kind of creep or something?"

I blush furiously, my whole face a beet red as my shaggy, brown hair gets a bit damp with nervous sweat. He notices that he came off a bit to strong on me and quickly changes from a cocky look to a concerned one withing seconds.

"Oh I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be too impulsive, I apologize for that. Just uhh... you seem to have a lot of photos of me, you got the hots for me or somethin'?"

I force a laugh as he rummages through the box, making me even more anxious before he sets it down on my bedside nightstand.

"N-n-no, I just uh... I happened to f-find them around this dorm, k-kinda makes sense as it was uh, yknow, your old room."

As he closes the box, a single photo falls to the floor. Although it makes not even the lightest sound, I hear a loud stomp as it hits the ground. He bends over to pick it up, but before I can stop him he's already turned it over, and as I see the look in his eyes, my heart sinks. I can tell he his in a deep state of shooken surprise as he opens his mouth, struggling to find words.

"Where... how uhh... who... how did you get your hands on this?"

I stand there, my heart having felt like it's stopped completely as he walks a bir closer to me, flipping over the photo with two of his fingers, showing the front of it.

"I happened to- uh-"

He puts the photo on my nightstand and smiles.

"You know, you don't just have to look. Now you just have the real thing~"

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