Hidden Dimples

❀ Chapter 33: Photograph

Storm's POV

I never thought the feeling would last so long. Thinking of it makes me smile like a bloody fool.

I could feel the tingles fluttering down my spine even just thinking about it. Thinking about how sweet, yet seductive her lips were. It was like kissing a soft pillow; soft, velvet and mind-numbing. I still can't believe I mustered up the courage to do that.

That was a week ago.

A loud bang rang and shattered my thoughts. I lift my head and meet a pair of disapproving eyes that came from my teacher. I looked around and realised that every pair of eyes in the classroom were looking at me, some were even snickering at me. I also realised that the bang was from the teacher's meter-long wooden ruler slamming against the surface of my table I was slouching over.

"Storm, what was the answer to question 5?" She pushed up her glasses and glared at me before pointing to the whiteboard.

I scratched the back of my neck, not even paying attention to what she pointed at, "King Henry." I blurted out from no where, earning laughter from the whole class.

The teacher sighed and sat down at her spot, scribbling down on a piece of paper before handing me the note. "Detention after school, don't try to skip it."

I groaned and took the paper from her, sitting back down on my seat as she continued with her lesson. I couldn't even pay attention, just took out my pencil and started scribbling random things on it as she goes on and on with her lesson.

Jason, a classmate, nudged me and smirked, making me turn around to face him irritably.

"Really? King Henry? We're having maths."

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The bell rang the last time for today, signalling the end of our lessons and we were free to go home. Except I can't go home nor am I free to go about my life.

F*cking detention.

Instead of walking out the front doors, I made a turn to detention and met the eyes of Ms. Thompson, the disciplinary teacher. She held her hand out for my detention slip before tilting her head, gesturing for me to enter.

There were a few people in here. I recognised a few that were the usual trouble makers in school as I walked passed them to take a seat. They were smacking their gum, even if it's not allowed, scribbling something on their notebook, on their phones... oh look there's Celeste.

Wait, what?

She looked so bored, sitting there with her elbows propping up her head as she chewed on her pencil. I haven't really seen her these few days. She was busy, going back to the hospital to see if her condition improved or just stayed the same.

I quickened my pace to the empty seat behind her and plopped my bags down just before she turned back to look at me and smiled toothily. I gulped and waved back at her, restricting myself to lean over and hug her and tell her I missed her, even if it's only been two days since I've seen her. And I'll be honest, I haven't really been able to keep my hand to myself after we properly kissed that one time last week. Now that I've gotten a taste at Celeste, there's no going back.

I've been trying to keep physical contact with her as much as I can, sometimes holding her hand, or rather, she holds mine sometimes, since I became the biggest clown whenever she comes near me.