Flowers || [T.K.]

Chapter 10

Abby's POV

It has been two days since Bradly had football practice and I think Brandon has figured out that I have a crush on him.

Mornings have been awkward, lunch was quiet and English was strained.

So when English rolled around today and the teacher announced that our project will be with a partner of our choice, I was surprised when Brandon was quick to ask me to be his.

Of course I said yes and then the teacher told us to pull our desks next to our partner's. Brandon quickly slammed our desks together, and I couldn't help but blush when our legs touched.

Brandon didn't pull his leg back as the teacher handed out prompts to every pair.

"I knew you two were going to be partners," the teacher smirked at us, "I made this prompt especially for you guys." She placed a piece of paper in between us.

Brandon and I read it at the same time, I blushed, but Brandon began to giggle like mad.

"Create 150 original ballads," he read aloud. We looked at each other at the same time. He smiled softly at me, "it's meant to be."

I blushed and he pressed his leg against mine harder, a tiny smirk still on his lips. "Well then, I guess since we have a school project together, we'll have to spend more time together outside of school," I said as smoothly as I could.

"I like that idea," he smirked.

God, he was so freaking attractive, I thought I'd explode and die.

"You should come to my house this time," I suggested before thinking about my crazy parents.

"Okay, when?"

"After school, my parents won't mind as long as yours don't."

"M'kay."

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I met Brandon out on the field at our usual tree.

"Good news," he announced, "my parents said I could go over to your house."

"Yay!" I exclaimed. "I live just a few blocks away, follow me."

"A few blocks? I thought you ride the bus?" He furrowed his eyebrows.

"Erm, it's kind of complicated, the bus goes to where my dad sometimes lives and my main house is close."

"Oh, okay, that makes sense, I suppose."

I had a hard time paying attention to where I was walking because all I wanted to do was look at Brandon.

At one point apparently I had said something funny and he laughed, I tripped trying to look at his smile, but before I could literally fall head over heals, Brandon grabbed my arm and laughed more.

"Are you alright?" He chuckled steadying me.

No.

"Yeah, fine," I laughed lightly.

The rest of the way home went relatively okay, and when we entered the house, just with my luck, my dad was screaming at my brother.

"Abby-" Brandon whispered to me with wide eyes as my dad shouted some indecencies.

"It's fine," I said back, grabbing his wrist, "just follow me."

I lead him upstairs to my room. "Wow, you have a really nice house-it's-big," he mumbled shyly.

"Uh-thanks, I guess," I replied, shutting and locking my door.

He took off his shoes and laid on my bed. I smiled fondly, glad that things weren't going to be awkward. I tossed my backpack on the end of my bed and laid across him horizontally. He grunted in surprise, but let me get comfortable on him.