PLAY THE SONG WHEN I SAYY
The next few months were a blur of smiles, mischiefs and chaos. Dean n I got along much more than we usually did... He'd casually brush against my arm as we walked, or lean in close to whisper a joke, his warm breath tickling my ear. He'd leave little notes on my desk with silly drawings or notes, and he always seemed to find a reason to make me laugh.
I, on the other hand, mostly blushed and stammered. I wasn't used to this kind of attention, and I definitely wasn't used to flirting back. But Dean was patient, and his playful teasing made me feel comfortable. He'd tease me about my shyness, but in a gentle way that didn't make me feel embarrassed.
That was one thing that made me fall in deeper for him
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PLAY IT NOW....
One day as we lounged on the back bench, the teacher droned on, but I tuned in only half-heartedly. That's when he turned to me, eyes sparkling with mischief. "So, what do you think about this blind guy?" he asked, clearly wanting to stir up a conversation pointing to a picture of Louis Braille on our textbooks.
"WTF is wrong with you,DEAN YAZAN.YOURE LEARNING HUH?!?!??" I whisper yell at him,as the chances of him n I talking about studies were rare as a pig flying.
"Yeah, but what was his name again?" he asked, glancing down at his textbook.
I feel suspicious yet read aloud, "Louis... Braille?"
"Yeah, right ..Louis... Bra-ille?"
But then I noticed his gaze slide down, almost as if he was trying to make a cheeky connection between "Braille" and, well, my bra. I felt my cheeks flush weirdly as I caught him looking at my chest.
"Um, what are you doing?" I asked, a mix of shock and laughter in my voice. He had never talked to me in such a flirty way before.
He quickly snapped his gaze back to my face, a sheepish grin spreading across his features. "What? Just... uh, appreciating the educational value here!" he stammered, clearly trying to recover.
"Right, educational," , i raised an eyebrow at him. There was electricity in the air-something new that made my stomach flutter.(Ik I'm cringing writing it)
"Hey, no judgments. I just got distracted," he said with a playful shrug.
I grinned back, the moment feeling both fun and a little daring.
(💀 I know this is so cringe but bear with me cuz this actually happened irl and no I actually respect Mr.Braille for his amazing invention.Honestly, I think his story is really inspiring. He developed a reading system after losing his sight as a child and So sorry to anyone who's been offended)
Just then, our teacher's voice sliced through the air. "What are you two talking about back there?"
The heat from earlier shot back to my cheeks as I quickly turned to the front, trying to compose myself. I felt Dean smile beside me, his playful expression shifting to one of a fake innocence to save his ass in front of the teacher.He was a pro when it came to problems.
"Um," I stammered, trying to think fast. "We were just discussing... the meaning of Braille and its historical significance. You know, learning tools for the visually impaired."
The teacher's suspicious gaze lingered for a moment, but I could see her nodding slightly. "Interesting. Just make sure you keep the chatter down during class."
"Of course!" I replied, forcing a smile. I could feel Dean's eyes on me, his expression a mix of awe and gratitude.
As the teacher turned back to the board, I turned to Dean, whispering, "You owe me big time for that!"
He stifled a laugh, looking both impressed and relieved. "No kidding! I thought we were going to get caught for sure. You saved us!"
"Just doing what I can," I said, shooting him a playful wink. "But seriously, what were you thinking, staring like that? pretending to be innocent in front of her doesn't work...She knows all about you and your mischief."
His eyes sparkled with mischief. "Oh, I can make it work. Just wait and see."
Before I could respond, the teacher called on another student, shifting the focus of the class. But I couldn't shake the laughter from our earlier exchange. I stole a glance at Dean, who was now scribbling some doodles, his playful grin still lingering on his face.
As the lesson continued, my mind kept wandering back to our conversation.
With a small smile playing on my lips, I tried to turn my focus back to the front of the classroom.
Well it's not just Dean who gets captivated by boobs...You guys should see the way I get whipped for my besties 🍒
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A Love that was never
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