I didn't know wheater it was because of my lack of sleep or the simple fact that he was literally just a few centimetres away from me, but when he started speaking, as soon as the teacher called his name, a shiver ran down my spine and goosebumps crawled across my sides.
I blinked.
Again...and again, because that was the only thing I was able to do with that voice in my ear.
Since when was his voice so soft, clear and...alluring?
How did I never notice?
I tried to concentrate on the picture, we were supposed to describe and interpret, in the book which we had to share, because I forgot mine and even though my eyes were glued on the page I couldn't.
Of course not.
The blue background slowly started to flow into the black lines and the only thing I was able to recognise was a blurry mess of dark colours devouring my vision.
I was totally paralysed, couldn't move.
Even my lungs denied me the urgently required oxygen to get my brain working again.
Blinking some more I tried to figure out what the hell was going on, but my brain was still full of that sweet sound, his voice, and there was no room left for any other thoughts.
Eventually he finished speaking and I could see him leaning back against the backrest of his chair in the corner of my eyes. I didn't dare to move although I could have. There was something, a little feeling of...I couldn't explain myself what exactly, but...something that said it was a bad idea to look at him now, as if seeing his face, the defined curve of his jaw, his deep brown eyes and his dark blonde locks softly falling into his forehead, would make my mind go completely crazy.
I could be imagining it but, I was almost sure that he was smiling knowingly at me from the side. Immediately focusing my gaze on the table and the book again I gulped and tried to ignore this almost sickening feeling in my stomach.
Okay, yes, I got it! My senses were definitely playing some evil tricks on me right now. It was just the stale air in the classroom, that made me feel sick and the rays of the sun shining through the closed windows, plunging the room into a soft yellow light, made the whole atmosphere even worse. Well, at least that was what I was trying to convince myself of what it was, even though I knew that it wasn't.
Oh I knew too well.
Was he doing that on purpose?
Probably.
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[I hope you enjoyed this little story. Thank you for reading.]
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Short Storya collection of drabbles, short stories, one-shots and snippets about random characters and random plots.(mostly lgbtqa+ friendly) the length will accordingly vary. this book is mostly for my own silly self so I will update when I have time. inspire...
