𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓶𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓻𝔂❤︎

ultimate cringe finale

Y/N's heart was racing. Today felt monumental-like something big was going to happen. She wasn't sure what, but she could feel it in her bones, in the way the sun filtered through the windows as if casting a golden spotlight just for her.

She stood in front of her mirror, taking in every detail of her outfit. She had gone all out today: her hair was carefully styled, her lip gloss was perfectly applied, and her clothes? A dark red shirt and a red plaid skirt that made her feel like she had just stepped out of a daydream. She adjusted her blonde hair that she dyed black last night, staring at herself. This is it. Today is the day Mr. Le will finally see me.

She could hardly focus through her first six periods. Her friends noticed how distant she was, but she played it off as just being tired. In reality, her mind was stuck on one thing: Mr. Le. Today, I'll make him notice. Today, something will change.

When seventh period finally rolled around, her pulse quickened. Y/N walked into the classroom with purpose, her shoes tapping softly on the tiled floor as she made her way to her seat. Her hands gripped the straps of her backpack a little tighter, her heart beating in time with each step.

She slid into her seat, setting her things down just as Mr. Le walked in. There he was, like always, in his dark clothes and mask, effortlessly cool and totally untouchable. His glasses gleamed in the fluorescent light as he surveyed the room, but for just a brief moment, his eyes landed on her.

Oh my God, he's looking at me. Y/N nearly melted on the spot. Her cheeks flushed pink as her imagination spun wildly out of control. Maybe he was thinking about her too. Maybe he had been waiting for this moment, just like she had.

Mr. Le set his things down at the desk, glancing around the classroom with his usual calm demeanor. "Alright, let's get this over with. I've got papers to grade and you've got whatever it is you do when you leave here."

The class laughed at his dry tone, but Y/N was focused on one thing: the way his voice seemed to linger in the air. He's talking to everyone, but it feels like he's talking just to me.

As he started the lesson, Y/N barely heard a word of it. Her mind was too busy replaying all the little moments they'd shared-every time he had looked her way, every sarcastic comment, every glance he had thrown her way. It had to mean something, right? It couldn't all be in her head.

Midway through the lesson, he began his rounds, walking from table to table to check on the students' progress. Y/N's heart pounded as he approached her group. Here he comes. Stay cool, stay cool.

He leaned over their table, scanning their work with that familiar, unreadable expression. "So, let's see if anyone actually read the instructions this time," he said, his voice laced with sarcasm.

Y/N's stomach did a flip as he glanced at her paper. He raised an eyebrow-he's doing the eyebrow thing-and circled something on her page. Again.

"You missed this," he said, his voice low. "And this is like... really basic, Y/N. How did you even...?" His words trailed off, and she could hear the amusement behind his mask.

Her heart sank a little, but then... wait. The way he said her name, the way his voice seemed softer than usual-it felt personal, intimate even. She couldn't stop the blush that crept up her cheeks. Maybe he finds it cute that I got it wrong. Maybe he's trying to flirt with me.

She nodded, her voice catching in her throat. "Oh, uh, right. I'll... I'll fix it."

Her friends exchanged glances, trying not to giggle at her obvious flustered state, but Y/N didn't care. Mr. Le was still standing there, his eyes flicking between her and the paper, and she was convinced he was staying longer than necessary.

"You alright, Y/N?" he asked, his tone teasing, but there was something else there too, something she couldn't quite place. "You seem... distracted."

Distracted? Of course I'm distracted, she wanted to say. You're standing right here, looking at me like that, and I'm supposed to focus on chemistry?

"I'm good," she managed to squeak out, giving him a tight-lipped smile. "Just, uh... thinking."

"Thinking, huh?" He nodded slowly, his eyes crinkling slightly. "Well, stop thinking too hard. You'll hurt yourself."

Her friends laughed, and Y/N felt her cheeks burn even hotter. But she couldn't help it-there was something about the way he teased her that made her heart flutter. He cares. He has to care. Why else would he keep teasing me like this?

As Mr. Le moved on to the next table, Y/N's mind raced. Was that flirting? Was he actually flirting with me? She replayed the moment in her head a hundred times, analyzing every word, every glance, every tilt of his head. There's something there. I know there is.

The rest of the class was a blur. Y/N couldn't focus on anything but the fact that Mr. Le had singled her out again, that he had spoken to her in that soft, teasing voice. Her friends kept giving her knowing looks, but she didn't care. All that mattered was that moment. It means something. It has to.

As the bell rang, signaling the end of class, Y/N packed up her things slowly, hoping for one last chance to catch his eye. Her friends were already heading out, laughing and chatting, but she lingered at her desk, glancing up at Mr. Le as he organized his papers.

Now's your chance, she thought. Say something. Anything.

She stood up, clutching her notebook tightly. "Mr. Le?"

He looked up, his eyes sharp and curious behind his glasses. "Yeah?"

Y/N's heart was pounding so loudly she could barely think. She opened her mouth, but the words got stuck. What are you doing?! This is your moment! Say something clever, something that'll make him remember you.

But instead, she blurted out, "I, uh... I just wanted to say thanks. For, you know, helping me. With the... isotopes."

Isotopes?! Really?! She wanted to smack herself.

But Mr. Le just tilted his head, his eyes softening slightly. "No problem. You'll get it eventually."

Y/N nodded, feeling like her legs were going to give out beneath her. "Right. Yeah. Eventually."

There was a brief pause, and Y/N swore she saw something in his eyes-a flicker of amusement, of something more.

"See you tomorrow, Y/N," he said, his voice low and smooth, sending shivers down her spine.

She nodded, barely able to keep it together as she turned and walked out of the classroom. The moment she was out of sight, she let out a breath she didn't realize she'd been holding. Her heart was racing, her mind spinning.

He said my name again. He said it like... like it meant something.

As she walked down the hallway, she couldn't help but smile to herself. Maybe it was all in her head, but she didn't care. For now, the fantasy was enough. And maybe-just maybe-tomorrow, something would actually happen. Something real. Something that would finally break the barrier between them.

But until then, Y/N would keep daydreaming, keep hoping, keep believing that one day, Mr. Le would see her not just as another student, but as someone special. Someone who had captured his attention just as much as he had captured hers.

And maybe, just maybe, he was thinking about her too.

But she just realized she already has a girlfriend and she's gay-