N. Hanson's Point Of View
I felt a hand grab my hand, pulling me into a classroom. My eyes immediately met with Bryce's and a laugh escaped my lips, "What're you doing?" I question him.
"What does it look like I'm doing?" Bryce rhetorically rebutted, leaning down towards me. I placed my hand on his chest, stopping the boy. I licked my lips as I shook my head, "I've gotta go to study hall." I told the boy.
Bryce chuckled, smiling down at me. The corner of his lip tuned upwards as he let out a breathy chuckle, "Not even one kiss?"
I shook my head, "Not even one kiss." I stated, smirking in a cocky manner. Bryce bit down on his bottom lip, "Fine, I've gotta go to class anyways." He shrugged in a nonchalant matter, looking away from me.
"Oh yeah?" I laughed at the boy, my hand now resting on his shoulder. Bryce nodded, "Yeah."
"Go on then." I commanded him, smirking. "I will, in a minute." Bryce retorted, his eyes meeting mine again. His eyes scanned mine, making my stomach feel all— fuzzy? It's gross to say that.
"Well, you can stay here." I told the boy, "But, I've gotta go to class." I chuckled. I removed Bryce's hand from the wall behind me, letting my hand fall off of his shoulder. I began to walk towards the door, turning around to look at Bryce once more.
Bryce smiled, "Will we be having lunch together?" He asked. I shook my head, "No, I've- I've got this test the period after that I need to study for." Oh god, I wish I didn't have to. I wish I could be with him. Literally all the time. Every second of every hour.
"Then I'll see you after school?"
"Will you wait for me?" I asked the boy. Jesus, he's just standing here. With that look in his eye. And it kills me. He kills me. The way he looks at me. The way he talks to me. The way he makes me feel.
Bryce nodded a little, "I always will."
My heart fluttered in my chest, my lips curving upwards into a large smile. I walked out of the classroom and headed to class. That huge smile still stuck on my face, burned in, never to go away.
My cheeks began to sting from how wide I was smiling, the burning sensation of my cheeks warming up going along with it.
It took a long time. It did— holy hell did it take so long for us to get here. For us to be happy and to be together. But, damn was it worth the wait.
