Find Me Yet? - Shane X Y/N - SDV - Fem

Chapter 4 - Meet me in the janitors closet?

(TW: This story contains mentions of $ex, Yelling, Embarrassment, Flirting, Stress, Ki$$ing and Touch!ng)
(FYI: This is not $mut, just a flirty manner and a bit of kissy kissy iykyk, also i really rushed this one so i'll probably fix any mistake later)
(This is in high school)
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Meet me in the Janitors Closet?

I felt my eyes beginning to shut as the teacher droned on, his voice was monotonous and full of dread. All of us here knew he would rather be doing other things, like his wife.. Or maybe the stash of sexy magazines he hid in his desk drawer.

"Y/N?" He banged his fists onto my desk as the class murmured and giggled. My head shot up and I was met with his rancid breath, I quickly backed up in disgust as he took his hands off of my desk. "Why do you sleep in my class?" He questioned me as the class grew silent, "This aint' kindergarten anymore L/N!" he yelled, peering into my eyes. I rubbed my eyes and looked back up at him. I watched as he glanced around again, waiting for the reaction from my peers.

"Page 87 everyone, in your textbooks." He dusted off his shirt and walked over to his desk again, adjusting his small glasses as he sat down. I exhaled and positioned myself up in my seat, glancing around the room quickly, praying I wasn't being stared at. I hurried to get my book open and flip through the pages, when I felt something hit the back of my shoe. I looked down and then back up, Shane stared back at me, urging me to read his note.

I reached down and grabbed the crumpled up paper, slowly unfolding it as the teacher pointed to the whiteboard with his ruler.

'Why do you sleep in my class!' He wrote, along with a small, terribly drawn portrait of Mr.Franklin. I laughed to myself, the details in his wrinkles were obnoxiously evident.

'I couldn't help myself but laugh! If anything, he made a fool out of himself, not you!' he wrote, smudged pen ink at the end of the sentence.

Anyway, besides the point. That pullover suits you.' I blushed a bit and quickly flattened out the paper, writing out my response.

'Is that your attempt at flirting with me? Or are you genuinely trying to be nice? I can never tell the difference with you!' I added a smiley face at the end and rummaged through my school bag for a gel pen, adding a little hot pink heart next to my writing. I crumpled the paper back up and rolled it over, being attentive to the teacher as I sat back up.

I watched as he opened it and gave me a look, inching forward in his seat as he began to write a lengthy response. He clicked his pen a few times before squeezing the college ruled paper back into a tight ball. I watched as it tumbled across the floor, successfully making it back to me.

I opened it back up again, but quicker, anticipating its contents.

'There is no difference between my "attempt'' at flirting with you and genunely being nice, a love interest is suposed to do both of those things, right?' I ignored the misspellings and continued to read.

'But since it always has to be done your way, how about you meet me in the janitors closet after class, we can work this out there.' I felt my face heat up, my skin was a reddish-tomato tone now as I covered my mouth with my hands. I didn't dare to look back at him but I felt his gaze burn into my skull as suspense grew.

I didn't write anything, not one word. But instead, I crumpled it back up and hid it in the depths of my worn backpack, saving it for future me to find.

I clenched my fists in fear of the bell, my nails digging into the palms of my hands, and before I knew it, the bell rang.

"Have a great weekend everyone." Mr. Franklin said, reaching into his desk drawers. I quickly grabbed my backpack and bolted out of the room, rushing through the hallways and to my locker, swiftly exchanging one of my textbooks for the other. I shut my locker door and felt someone's hand wrapped around my wrist, pulling me into a dark room.

We waited for a second for the noise to disappear, and soon after it did, I heard the sound of a string being pulled, switching the dim lightbulb on. He smirked as he eyed me, looking up and down at me. I felt as his hand gripped my waist, his other arm positioned over me.

"We can't Shane..." I said, wishing I didn't have to say those words.

"Just at least spare me a kiss.." He clenched his jaw as I gave in.

He leaned in close to me, his breathing staggered. My legs began to tremble as his hand then moved to my jaw.

And he kisses me.

I slowly ran my hands through his hair as our lungs begged for air. Our tongues swirled against each other and his body grew closer to me, I felt as he grinded into my side as I was pinned to the wall, slightly turning me on. I quickly pulled away and looked into his eyes.

"Shane. I'm serious.." I say, taking my hands away from his face. "I don't wanna get caught.. And I just-" We were quickly cut off by the janitor, he stared at us as Shane quickly let go of me. The old man's face was bare but he slowly grinned.

"Get out of here, and don't come back." He said, smiling as he put his mop next to us. "I don't wanna report you two lovebirds to the dean!" He said, chuckling as he pulled the string to the light.

We both rushed out in light of the situation, he was laughing as he rubbed off my kisses.

"Don't pull something like that again Anderson!" I yelled, using his last name in vain, stroking my now tangled hair.

"You know you liked it Y/N~" He gleamed, winking at me as he walked away, a look ill never forget.