"They said we were enemies. But in truth, I was in love with you. And I think secretly, you were in love with me too."
"You need two hands for that?"
"It's too big"
He smirks at me.
"Not againn. I need two hands to fill water in my bottle from the f...
I wanted to get to know him better, although I wasn't sure where to start.
It was just another day in the classroom for Dean.His mind wandered far away from the boring lessons, and he spent most of his time zoning out and looking out the window at the trees blowing in the wind. At times, he would get antsy and try to stir trouble, even though I knew that it would end up getting him into some kind of trouble. Despite his troublemaking, he always stayed true to himself, and I helped him get out of most scrapes. He was a unique individual, both creative and mischievous. However, he was never a stranger to boredom.
Each time a new teacher entered our classroom, knowing that they already knew what to expect from him. I also soon became accustomed to the teacher's stern and disapproving looks. The way he would talk and laugh, often getting in trouble with teachers, caused my insides to swirl with excitement and fear. As we got to learn more about each other, I found myself feeling a connection to him that felt new and unique.
I'd always been a loner, preferring to remain in the shadows and stay out of trouble, his presence next to me gained me also a lot of attention. But as the days passed and the assignments piled up, I realised that Dean and I were in fact quite alike. We both had a kind heart that yearned to shine but feared being rejected.
I was in the middle of working on an assignment when I suddenly heard someone whispering my name. I looked up and saw Dean. He was holding his bottle in hand, and when he walked up, he had a mischievous glint in his eyes.
"What's that?" I asked as I raised an eyebrow, knowing that he was up to something. "Guess," he said with a grin, "it isn't water." Although I had my suspicions, I played dumb, feigning curiosity as I wondered what the dark red liquid inside the bottle might be. "I'm sorry, what is that?" I whispered, trying to sound innocent while my mind raced. He simply smirked and took a swig before replying with a mischievous grin. "It's wine."
I may not know how the wine tasted, but I know that our love tasted sweeter than any wine I've ever had.
For days on end, I went on pretending as if this new situation did not bother me. However, deep down, I was starting to believe that maybe there really was something in his flask other than water.
As a week passed, he'd do the same thing again, and I'd say the exact same thing with the same tone. "Go on, drink then," I'd reply, doing my best to ignore the feeling of discomfort building inside me.
I couldn't help but wonder what was in that flask that he kept so close? One day in PE class, I took the risk and made my move. While the teacher was busy discussing something else, I sneaked back to the class and took his bottle.I checked my surroundings, making sure no one was watching me. Then, I slowly opened it and took in a deep, long sniff. It smelled sweet, and so I poured a bit in the cap and drank it. I closed the bottle, pleased with my discovery and ran back to the ground.
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Similar to this. imagine this with a dark red liquid inside
As I struggled to catch my breath, I found myself confronted by my science teacher. With my face turning bright red, I mustered up the courage to tell her about what happened with the bottle.
"I... I wanted to let you know that Dean... that he..." I started stammering before forcing myself to speak clearly. "I think he was drinking wine in class, ma'am. I don't think it was water..." I managed to say in one breath, my heart racing at the risk I was taking in sharing my suspicions with her.
Later on I found myself in the staff room facing the science teacher and Dean, I couldn't help but feel a sense of dread come over me. I knew I had done the right thing by coming to the teacher with my suspicions, but the situation made me incredibly uncomfortable.
The teacher began to question Dean about the incident, and I listened intently as he admitted to playing a joke on me by saying his bottle contained wine when it actually had grape juice inside. I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief knowing that the whole thing was just a joke and my suspicions had been proven wrong. "So let me get this straight..." The science teacher said as she crossed her arms and tried to maintain her stern expression. "You were pretending your bottle contained wine when it actually contained grape juice?"
Dean looked up at her and nodded, offering an apologetic shrug. "Yeah, sorry miss... It was all just a joke. I didn't mean any harm."
I quickly stepped in, adding, "Yes, miss. It was just a silly joke between us, nothing serious. But I do apologize for causing all this trouble over nothing."
The science teacher let out a deep breath and seemed to relax her tense demeanor a bit.
"Alright, well, it's good to hear that this was all just a silly joke," she said, calming her tone. She turned to me and offered a kind smile as she said, "But don't worry, you did the right thing by coming to me with your concerns. It's always better to be safe than sorry." I was quick to nod in agreement, relieved that the situation had been resolved and the tension in the room had lifted.
"Thank you, miss..." I said softly, grateful for her understanding. I turned to look at Dean who gave me a sympathetic nod as he said, "Sorry about all that, but it was just a joke. I didn't know you'd take it so seriously."
You are my dark, my red, my enemy, and my lover. You are the one who ignites me, sets me on fire . You are my everything, and I cannot escape your pull.
