Onsra(Bittersweet Love)

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     I scoffed. "I'm pretty sure that I was the one who helped you into the school, Wes." His cobalt eyes sparkled from the sound of his new nick-name i'd just picked out for him. It just came to me naturally. I hoped he didn't think I was flirting. I didn't want to flirt with him. I didn't want to even be near him. The way I felt around him made me uncomfortable. Each time he looked at me was far too intense for just flirting. It was as if Wesley was trying to imprint my image into his mind. I felt shy from being watched so closely.

"I'll find a nickname for you eventually, flower." I groaned. He was obviously teasing me and I wasn't in the mood to tease back. "It's Flora," I said a bit too forcefully as we continued walking up the steps. I wondered if he realized he was about fifteen minutes late to his class. He shook his head. "Flower. Take it or leave it. Or else I'm calling you plow. Like the gardening tool." I tried my best to suppress my giggle. The funniest part was how matter-of-fact he sounded. Everything he said, he said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

I neared my geometry class and waved at Wesley. "Bye, Wes," I said with finality. He started to chuckle and ran his hand through his light hair that kept falling in front of his eyes. "Funny story. This is actually my class right now." My eyes must've widened to the size of saucers. "Right now?" I whined in denial. "Right now," he said, smirking. "Fine. I'll go in first and then you can come in a couple minutes later," I said a bit hushed. Wesley pouted. It looked funny on him. He could really look intimidating if he wanted to. Wes definitely had the height for it, and his blue eyes had the ability to look cold. His emotions were blatantly expressed on his face, and through his eyes. They felt clear to me.

"Just wait here," I grumbled. He was getting on my nerves. Couldn't he see how bad it would look if we came inside at the exact same time? We could've been skipping class together! I'd