This just got requested and I thought it'd be really easy to write so here I am writing. This'll probably be short..I dunno.
KilljoyPlaytoy
—If this doesn't stop..I swear. I look back at my crush, whose already looking at me. I give him a narrow-eyed look and look back the teacher. I sigh as he looks away.
He doesn't like me. I didn't ask him. It was just obvious. It hurts but somehow, the attention he does give me sustains me.
I feel his eyes on me for a moment and I just roll my eyes, giving my attention to the teacher. He looks down and starts writing on a piece of looseleaf paper.
Yeah, that's right. Do your schoolwork, I think to myself.
It's not that I don't like him anymore...because I do still like him. It's that there's no need to act out because he doesn't like me. I feel a pang of hurt in my stomach and I look down at my notebook, notes scribbled on the page.
I flick at the corners of the page, trying to suppress the hot tears stinging at my eyes. I sigh quietly, remembering there are other people in the classroom. I look up at the teacher as the tears well down.
In my peripheral vision, I see that he's passed the note to his friend. I'm not surprised - why would it be for me?
His friend looks down at the note, adjusting his sitting posture so that he can read it without being caught. He rests his head on his hand, his elbow bent on the desk to keep steady. He tilts his head and I watch as his face contorts in confusion. He looks back at me with the same look before nodding to the note.
I raise an eyebrow, shrugging my shoulders. He looks back at the teacher to make sure she's not looking and picks up the note, outstretching his arm my way.
I quickly grab the folded piece of paper and set it on my desk. I check the teacher and look back down, beginning to open the note.
I know I've been a jerk.
I'm really bad at showing my feelings but I promise that if you're with me, I'll work on it because..I like you..I reread the ending so many times before it clicks.
"If you're with me...I like you"?!
I look at him and he's already looking at me. I feel a blush rise to my cheeks. He mouths two words that I'd never thought he'd say.
"I'm sorry," He annunciates clearly so I understand. I nod, smiling brightly.
"I'm sorry too," I slowly blink out of embarrassment, blushing deeper now.
He smiles back, looking at me with the look I'd only imagined. He slowly turns back to the teacher before he gets caught.
I just look down and keep rereading the note. Before I can get caught, I shove it in my pocket. I turn my head back up to the front of the classroom to give my attention to the teacher, but I can't focus.
All I can think is: noted.
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Crush Imagines
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