The Flirt *TBC fanfic*

II [EDITED]

I finally decided to give a little love to this story again, hope you enjoy🥰
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The library fell silent after my small interaction with the criminal, but not for long...There was a snapping noise heard at the table next to mine. I turned to see the basket case biting her nail.

When she saw everybody was looking at her, she stopped a bit but started again not long after. I turned away, rolling my eyes when I saw that everybody else just kept staring.

"If you keep eating your hand you're not gonna be hungry for lunch..." Bender commented, which earned him a nail aimed at him, but it didn't reach him. "I've seen you before." he continued, before turning my way. "And I've definitely seen you, sweets..." he finished.

I felt my cheeks getting hot, which means I'm blushing... what's happening? I never blush, like ever.
I shook this thought out of my head and brought back my signature smirk on my face, hoping that he didn't notice the effect he had on me just now.

"Oh, I've seen you too, handsome."

We kept looking at each other when someone started murmuring to himself. Both of us turned to see Brian talking to himself to know who he was... It's kind of disturbing actually. And so not worth breaking John and I's moment...can we call this a moment? Am I overthinking all of this? Probably.

Anyway, back to Brian! He stopped talking once he saw the look Bender and I gave him. Thank God, I didn't want him to keep muttering "I am a walrus" with his pen in his mouth for the rest of the detention.

John and Brian started taking their jackets at the same time, but Bender glared at the nerd which made him keep his coat and pretend like he was cold. I snickered at the scene, not taking my eyes off the two boys.

The brain was clearly uncomfortable with our staring, he kept looking between the two of us, letting a nervous laugh out before saying "It's the shits, uh?" When we continued to glare without saying a word, he started laughing again.

I finally turned away and took a bottle of vodka out from my bag and taking a few sips before putting it back so nobody would see.

When I looked up, John was staring at me. Once he saw I noticed him, he threw a wink my way... busted, fuck. He moved his chair so he was face to me on the other side of my table.

He popped his elbows on the table and leaned in, making him really close to my face and he whispered in my ear "I won't snitch if you give me some."

I felt myself blushing again due to our closeness...what is happening to me today? I'm usually the one who makes people blush, not the other way around!

He backed off a bit so we were now looking at each other, but he was still on my table. I took the bottle without breaking eye contact and passed it to him under the table while murmuring "Didn't take you for a switching kind of guy."

He only laughed before taking a sip and giving it back to me. I'm glad nobody saw our little interaction, anybody would've gone to Vernon immediately... well maybe not Allison.

John finally turned away and I felt the blush slowly fading from my face... what is he doing to me? Not that I hate it, but I've never felt this way before and it's confusing.

The criminal crumbled his paper for the essay into a ball and threw it between the two popular kids who ignored him.

"Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah...nah, nah, nah..." John started singing, making some sort of entertainment in the library, so I decided to drum a little bit on the table to help him with his song.