One shots

Teenage Dirtbag~

{*is an asshole for never updating* *is v v sorry* *throws fluff at you*~A}

I sit in class just praying for the bell to go, to let me escape this hellhole I call a school. If I make it out of the school right at the bell I will be able to avoid him.

I've been crushing on Matthew for about a year now. He's tall, handsome, with black curls and big brown eyes I could just get lost in. And of course, he's captain of the football team. He's got everything, the whole package. Popular, smart, nice, athletic. If this school was a palace he'd be the king, and I'd just be a peasant. Oh yes, and as all stereotypical jocks go, he's straight as well.

Someone like him would never even notice someone me, let alone want to be with me.

The torture of school finally ends as the bell rings throughout the school. I quickly grab my books and head for the door, completely lost in thought.

'He doesn't even know who I am! He'd never want to go out with someone like me. He's the perfect jock, I'm just a nerd at the bottom tier of the social ladder.'

"Aiden!" A voice interrupts my thoughts. I turn around to see Matthew walking towards me with the biggest smile taking over his face. I can feel the blush rising in my cheeks as he approaches me. The words fall from my lips before I could even compute what I was saying,

"Wait. Y-you, you know who I am?" He gazes at me in shock, taken aback by my question. He almost looks offended.

"You're joking right? Of course I know who you are! You're Aiden Way, you're the cute nerdy guy in all of my classes." My brain shorted out, did he just call me cute? "You know you're even cuter up close, I've never noticed how beautifully blue your eyes are before." Did you hear that? That was the sound of me internally dying, in the best way possible.

"Y-you think I'm cute? B-but y-you're straight! And b-besides why would you g-give a damn about me? I'm j-just a teenage dirtbag." Matthew stares into my blue eyes, laughing slightly, almost humourlessly.

"Aiden. First of all, I'm not straight. I don't know where you got that from. Second, I give a damn about you because you're a smart, kind, great human whom I'd love to date. Plus you're really cute, especially when you blush." I'm about 99.9% sure that my glasses are going to just melt from just being in contact with my face at the moment. I didn't know how to respond, luckily he keeps talking.

"From one teenage dirtbag to another, would you like to go on a date with me?" I try to speak but fail abysmally. I couldn't even believe this is possible, like literally someone hit me with a chair am I dreaming?! It was the best I could do but to nod my head yes, Matthews smile got even bigger (if that was possible.), his cheeks now the same shade as mine surly are.

"Okay, great! Well I've got two tickets to see Iron Maiden, I saw your shirt so I knew you liked them too."

"That sounds great!" I say, feeling quite proud of the amount of confidence suddenly showing in my voice. He nods his head,

"Okay, so I'll pick you up Friday around seven?" I nod my head, a smile now taking over my face.

"Okay great." He says before tentatively taking a step closer to me, bending down and placing a kiss to my cheek. He pulls away with a smile before turning around, and walking off without another word said.

As if my face could go any redder that would've done it. I can feel the butterflies tying knots in my stomach, the wide smile now plastering itself onto my lips.

'He kissed my cheek!' I mentally scream, not being able to help but raise a hand to my cheek. I smile once again as I turn around and continue my walk home, hoping for the days to go by quickly. I can't wait for Friday!