The image of his smile lingered in my head like the song Despacito-
Which was STILL being played over the radio.
It was .. hot, it was .. sexy, it was a side smirk, well, not really a smirk-smirk, it was a smile, but one corner was crooked up more than the other it made him look hot.. it was-
So fucking gay of a thought, like,
I hadn't even really talked to him?!
I hadn't talked to him except when we first met, when I had to ask someone what time it was-
Not conversations!
NOT-
His smile was just so.. it went to the top of my head, clouding everything else.
It clouded away my other classes, blocking the teachers' noise, blocking my other thoughts.
That's why I had to talk to Steven.
"Steven, you better not-"
"Ha ha, I knew you couldn't fecking do it."
I put my hand to my face, which was bright red in the mirror, "I'll do it.."
I wouldn't hurt him though, I'd find someway to get around this dare.
Steven clapped me on the shoulder, "Good, and you can warn him to stay clear of the hallway tomorrow while you're at it." he laughed, "I don't need some gay stalker seeing me."
I glared at him, "Don't call him that."
Steven chuckled, "Aw, sticking up for your babe-" his mouth dropped open and his eyes store into mine, "DOUBLE MEANING!" he laughed.
My hand fell on his shoulder, halting him from leaving the restroom.
"Don't call him that."
Steven rolled his eyes, "You're sticking up for him now? Wow, you actually like him."
My mouth opened but a comeback wouldn't appear.
Steven's jaw dropped, "Oh my god, that's gay!"
My face heated- "No, it's called standing up for someone who's being bullied." I growled, "Stop saying that."
He laughed, "Oh yeah? Well then don't do the dare." he smirked, "Prove it." he opened the restroom door, "I've got to go to Math."
Steven walked forward, going to step out-
"Steven!" he made it out, making my hand slice through the air where his collar would be.
I groaned, "That son of a bitch." it echoed around me in the empty restroom.
A toilet flushed.
Or so I thought.
