light headed | boyxboy

dieciocho|18|dix-huit

"i didn't think i'd be seeing you in your underwear so soon"

i jump, scrambling to cover my chest with the blue sports hoodie. i glance over my shoulder cautiously to be greeted by a blond mess of hair. miller winks at me as he leans against the lockers.

"are you some kind of...", i frown, blanking out on the word. not a good time for this. "per... pervert?"

miller gives me a lopsided grin. mockingly, he thinks about it for a second. "i don't think so. don't worry, i didn't see much"

scowling, i turn around again quickly, pulling the hoodie over my head. there are a few freckles on the tan skin of my back, and i'm pretty sure the fat there is incredibly unflattering. i don't know why that bothers me. i don't care what miller thinks, do i?

"why are you still here again?", i ask in a low voice. my accent catches, i hear it. miller raises his eyebrows.

"you're in my locker"

i frown. "your locker?"

"yes. my locker"

"oh. i... uh", i turn back, confused and embarrassed. as i begin to pull out my things i feel a soft hand on my shoulder, gentle and tentative. i step away hastily.

"it's okay. i'll just have the one next to you", he shakes his head and laughs. "you get flustered easily, huh?"

i'm annoyed now. how does this boy's personality go from arrogant to charming in about 3.2 seconds?

irritated, i step close to him. no touching, but my mouth comes just below his. carefully, i make sure my head tilts slightly and a smirk laces my lips. millimetres apart, i see his turquoise eyes widen in surprise. in a matter or seconds, miller's cheeks are coloured in a mild pink.

"you blush easily yourself"

i swiftly turn away and striden out.

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