Flowers || [T.K.]

Chapter 28

Abby's POV

Brandon woke me up by pulling me closer into and cuddling me like a teddy bear. I couldn't help but grin into my pillow like an idiot. I've never felt so happy about waking up in my entire life-- to have Brandon, my ultimate high school crush, snuggle into me, was beyond incredible.

"Abby, Abby, Abby, are you awake?" Brandon whispered in my ear.

"Yeah," I replied.

"Good morning!"

I laughed lightly, "good morning, Brandon."

He kissed behind my ear and rested his head on my shoulder. "You're so warm," he whispered.

I turned around and faced him, "do you still want me to finish off teasing you?"

"I was just j-joking," he blushed. "You don't have to."

"Okay," I smiled a little at him and closed my eyes.

Brandon's POV

I wasn't sure when I was allowed to tell Abby I loved her and when I wasn't allowed. I kind of wanted to tell her every two seconds, however that would ruin the specialty of love.

But... I just could help myself.

"I love you, Abby," I blurted, a little too loudly, my voice cracking.

She opened one eye and looked up at me, "love you too."

It was surreal hearing those words directed at me. Just a few months ago I thought I was the most undesirable boy in my school, and now I have Abby-- the prettiest girl ever telling me she loved me.

I slid forward and pressed my forehead against her's. "Open your eyes," I whispered. "I wanna see your eyes."

She huffed a little and opened her eyes. They widened a little, "whoa, a little close there, lil' flower."

I continued staring into her eyes, not saying a word.

"Brandon, you're making me nervous."

I pulled away and moved down. Abby put her arms around me as I pressed my head against her chest.

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Going back to school was a bit difficult. I had created a completely different environment with my alter-ego. Okay, maybe that's not completely true, but English was weird, more weird than usual.

I quickly found that a woman cannot simply stop expecting you to flirt with her.

I turned to Flinn and poked his shoulder, he had been ignoring me for the past week because, well, I was an asshole.

"Finn," I said, poking him again, "Finny," I poked.

"What?" He muttered.

"M'sorry for last week, I know I was being a huge asshole."

"Damn right."

"Can you forgive me?"

"Sure." He looked up and grinned. "You'll get what's comin' to ya'."

Suddenly, Ms.Flack came marching to my desk. "Hello, Brandon," she smiled, reaching out and running her finger down my chest, "you look so handsome today, I'm glad you decided to start wearing your regular clothes again."

Oh God. "Th-Thanks?" I croaked.

"Hmm, I just absolutely love the way your dress shirts fit your body."

I felt my face grow warm. "M-Ms.Flack, s-stop."

"Oh, sorry. The real reason I came to you was because I need you to come by my classroom after school so we can discuss your grades."