﹒ ◠ 𝓓𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝓓𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐲 ⊹ ﹒
Like any other drastic changing teenage life which involves of course an older guy with a large age gap.
˖🫐⋆࿐໋. "i came across those autumn eyes in a dream." ──★ ˙ ̟👼🏻!!
Bells rang throughly like bells on a church they signalled it was fourth period, i had separated from my friends group from break, sighing to myself as i walk towards the locker room with a tranquil gaze, i checked my timetable which was written on paper secured tightly on the outskirts of my locker, i had languages and i knew it was going to be a boring lesson.
๑‧˚꒷꒦︶︶₊꒷꒦︶︶₊꒷꒦˚‧๑˖.🍦˖๑‧˚꒷꒦︶︶₊꒷꒦︶︶₊꒷꒦˚๑˖
I walked into my vacant class room, the octogenarian door slamming shut as i strutted towards my desk, i was now aware of Mr Scott's absence, yet my eyes flattered seeing the man of my dreams infront of me he looked somewhat new, like a fresh dandelion from its mucky soil.
๑‧˚꒷꒦︶︶₊꒷꒦︶︶₊꒷꒦˚‧๑˖🍦˖๑‧˚꒷꒦︶︶₊꒷꒦︶︶₊꒷꒦˚‧๑˖
"Hey, are you new?" I asked him, his head shot up and we immediately made eye contact with his bewitching,pulchritudinous hazel pupils twinkling at mine.
๑‧˚꒷꒦︶︶₊꒷꒦︶︶₊꒷꒦˚‧๑🍦˖๑‧˚꒷꒦︶︶₊꒷꒦︶︶₊꒷꒦˚‧๑˖
My god.. did he look so angelic like a mesmerising abstract that Sandro Botticelli had painted, his unreal playful lips curled at me.
๑‧˚꒷꒦︶︶₊꒷꒦︶︶₊꒷꒦˚‧๑˖🍦˖๑‧˚꒷꒦︶︶₊꒷꒦︶︶₊꒷꒦˚‧๑˖
"Yeah i transferred from another school in Germany." His german accent drew attention to my ears, my ears bled for more of his accent. He tilted his head slightly to the left my consciousness was trapped on this elegance of a man.
