***BONUS***
9
My locker was open, shielding me from some of the on-coming traffic of people in the hallways. His arms were wrapped loosely around my waist, I held his face in between my hands. A giddy smile creeping up my face, "I love it when you wear your glasses."
He scrunched up his nose, "Yeah, but they're annoying. Contacts are way better, you should try them too."
I lean back against the cool surface of the locker next to the left of mine, and bring my hands to my heart taking a fake gasp. His arms are still on my back. "Are you saying you don't like me with my glasses on? And all this time - I thought you loved me."
My face straight I look away from him, my long bangs fall covering my face. He's at a lost for words. I know I've got him; he can't tell whether I'm being sarcastic or not.
"I - uhm..."
"I'm just kidding you weirdo." I look back to him, my hands slipping themselves around his neck.
I lean in so my lips close to his ear. "I still think you look more adorable wearing your glasses rather than contacts though." I say in a light whisper.
Then taking a non-shy approach, I kiss his cheek, grab my books and slam my locker shut. "I'll see you later, yeah?"
