Puppy Dog Eyes

Little Pup

Damon^^^

Third Person POV

"3...2...1." He mutters.

"Good morning." The younger girl yawns.

"Fuck off." He rolls his eyes and lays his head on his locker.

"Fine." She yawns again.

"What no comeback?" He lifts his head to look at her.

She shakes her head no before speaking. "Too sleepy."

"What were you doing last night, touching yourself while you thought about me?" He smirks.

"Yeah, really wore me out."

"What?"

"I'm obviously kidding!" She slaps his arm playfully.

"Don't touch me." He growls before holding his bicep.

"I didn't hit you that hard..."

"I know just...don't do it again." He glares at the floor.

"Sorry."

"It's been a week, is your creepy crush for me fading yet?"

"Uh no it's getting worse." She furrows her brows.

"Huh? Worse?"

"Yeah it's weird, I'd normally start getting bored but this time is different."

"How different?"

"Well... I can't explain it." Her voice softens and her cheeks begin to glow.

"You better fuckin' figure it out!" He grabs her by her shirt, lifting her slightly. "I'm not sure how much more of this shit I can take!"

"I-I'm working on it." She was scared at his aggressive behavior but she was happy because he was touching her willingly.

"...fine." He grumbles before placing her back on her feet.

"What's so bad about people liking you?"

"Because, if someone likes me- they get attached, then they become a target to- look it's none of your business, just stay out of my way."

"Trust me I try...but then I see you and my body doesn't listen."

"You gotta work on that. Now go away like a good little pup." He pats her head as he closes his locker.

"W-what did you call me?" Her eyes are wide with a panicked face.

"Would you rather me say bitch?" He raises an eyebrow.

"N-no I'll go." She quickly walks away with her imaginary tail tucked between her legs.

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"I'm telling you he knows, he must know." Lylah holds her head in her hands.

"Would you stop overthinking things, he doesn't know." Trevor rolls his eyes as he picks at his food.

"Why else would he say that?"

"It's just a coincidence." He reasons.

"Even if he does know, who cares. He doesn't seem like the type to gossip." Mikah shrugs.

"Exactly he probably doesn't care." The brown boy nods.

"He's an idiot for not liking you, you're precious." The faux ginger rubs her back and rests his cheek on top of her head.

"Thanks Mikey." She sips from her chocolate milk with a hint of a smile.