oneshots {diza}

timeflies

a/n: before you read this lil oneshot, just a fun little fact for you: this is based on a true story about how me and my boyfriend met for the first time. lol it's kinda cringey but like he said it was cute. oh and also, i had to change the names (for privacy reasons) so blah blah blah it's still considered as a diza oneshot lol jxjjckskcjxkskdjdjs yikes okay, i hope you enjoy xoxo

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"listen," i begin, racing down the halls of the high school that teens raged through. "you don't even need to pay for anything, gabbie said she'd pay." i hear my mother sigh in annoyance through the phone as i try my very best not to drop my books that laid in my clammy hands. i had a chance to go to class sooner, considering my teacher was generous enough to dismiss us sooner. i suspected she wanted us to leave just as much as we all did.

"please?" i question, walking to my locker to drop off my books.

finally, she agree's to let me go off to lunch with the one, the only, gabbie hanna.

she's what the guys think of first; the girl who has it all. she was taller than me, much taller than me. and i was convinced that she could've easily ran the halls as if it were a runway for a fashion show. she was insanely beautiful, without a doubt.

which is why my family loved her, as well as the rest of everyone else, including me.

"okay, fine. but please wear your seat belt and watch out for strangers, you never know what could happen." i giggle at the sound of her aggressiveness in her voice just by the thought of something bad happening to me, giving me the signal that she was being protective of me.

"i'll be fine," i mumble. "i promise."

"okay, well i should let you go, you don't wanna' be late for your class. i love you, honey."

"love you too, mama."

and within seconds, i slammed my locker door shut and arrived my second class of the day. i walked to the back of the row, in the very far corner leaning against my chair in exhaustion, still trying to wake up from not sleeping enough.

by the time i sat down, the bells had already rang and there was already a flood of students crowding the doorway just by entering the class.

and one of those students being some random guy who i had never seen before trailed in his footsteps and sat in the seat ahead of me.

i didn't really get a chance to see him; but from just the quick glance of him, i could tell he was handsome. and i'm sure any other girl would've agreed to such decisions, he was a charmer.

"alright," mr. mauro, my algebra teacher mumbles as he walks to the board. "i have some basic algebra learned from last semester here on the board, and i'd like for you guys to solve just these five."

apparently people knew what to do, and a fair majority of the class began to pull out a piece of paper. so; because i assumed it was apart of his instructions, i pulled out one as well.

"hey," i hear a deep voice whisper from ahead of me. "could i-um, borrow a piece of paper?"

and i was correct, he was definitely handsome. possibly even beautiful. in just that matter of seconds everything felt sort of, frozen. my eyes wondered straight to his eyes, and i noticed that they were by far one of the first things that was truly fascinating about him. they were brown, possibly anyone would've guessed that they were basic, but i didn't. they were far from basic. quite possibly unique, even.

i must admit, it was weird. very weird, i noticed a slight twinkle in them as they reflected from the ceiling lights to me. the dark tint of the shade from his eyes continued to spiral around the iris in them.

that was another thing added to the list of beautiful things about him, i thought.

"of course," gently, i smile, and he smiles back.

i looked down to grab one, and i immediately wish i hadn't. i wanted to continue to look at him just a little bit more.

my fingers fumbled against the white sheets that laid ever so boringly in the pattern of just any other basic notebook. and from the corner of my eyes, i could tell that he was staring at me, watching me struggle just a bit from the amount of nervousness he brings within me. it felt like minuets, hours, days, weeks, years, a lifetime maybe that he was staring and i was struggling. which, to my regret, made things more nervous for me.

thankfully, i successfully ripped the page out and handed him the paper, wondering if he had even noticed me struggle for the life of me.

"thank you," he whispers with a soft smile, causing me to immediately smile back.

"anytime,"

and with that, he turned around, allowing me to transfer my thoughts away from math to him.

a/n: if you made it this far, just know that ily sm and i hope you have a wonderful day. xoxo