8:48 || a.i

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i watched from my seat in the back of class as his arm and back muscles rippled just from picking up his pencil from the floor. he sat with hunched shoulders as his right ankle rested on his left thigh, leaning forward.

no matter what he was wearing, i couldn't take my eyes off him. today he was wearing a very light blue, almost like the sky, shirt with cuffed shirtsleeves that showed off his tan and defined biceps. his pants were khaki and the color greatly complimented his muscular thighs, they were rolled up at the bottom and his shoes were black vans. he looked straight from a movie; the perfect boy that knew all the right things to do and had no cares in the world.

our english teacher, ms. mound, droned in softly in the background going on and one about the effect writing and reading actually has on people's lives. i could care less.

i bite my lip as i imagine his smooth, but stubbly hands traveling up my legs. he starts at my ankles, climbing on top of the bed, looking me in the eyes. then, he reaches my knees, which are already weak even though i'm not standing up. this time, both his hands come up to part my legs apart, touching the insides of my thighs, from his kneeling position in between them. his face comes closer to mine and i can't control myself when I grab a fistful of his ash brown curls and mold our faces together. he starts to undo the button of my jeans and i waste no time—

the sharp sound of a textbook slamming in front of my face on the desk startles me out of my daydream.

"delilah? please pay attention when i'm teaching." ms. mound says harshly, glaring at me before spinning in her high heels and walking back to the front of the class. the whole class snickers and i feel my face turning the shade of a tomato. i quickly look down at my paper and pick up my pen, unsure of what i'm actually supposed to be writing, until the comments come to an end.

even though the voices stopped and everyone seems to be paying attention to ms. mound again, i can still feel someones gaze on me. i hesitantly look up at first, but then figure i don't really care, and look up fully. as i lift my head, my eyes immediately come into contact with him and when they do, i swear i lose my breath. ashton is staring right at me, looking over his shoulder, slightly turned in his chair to see me. i can feel my lips part as i continue staring at him until he smiles at me. i snap back into reality and smile, lifting my hand to the height of my shoulders and wave my fingers. he shakes his head in the adorable way i admire, before looking back one more time, smirking, then turning back around to the front of the room.

after he turns away my face turns to disgust as i mentally scold myself. did i really have to wave my fingers like a child? i shake my head, get it together.

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the rest of the day goes by fast and the final bell is ringing before i know it.

i head towards the front door as well as everyone else, being pushed and squished like a sardine. i push through the people in front of me just wanting to get out of this place. as i reach the parking lot i head towards my silver jeep, quickly getting in and starting the engine so i can beat the traffic.

i pull into the driveway of my home and hop out, slinging my bag over my shoulder. i lock my car and head up the driveway but stop immediately as my heartbeat picks up. i can barely breathe and its not just because of the heat.

my mom is standing in front of the garage waving to me with my older brother, jacob, next to her. he's wearing his military uniform standing wide legged, shoulders square and upright, as his arms crossed in front of him.

i stay still for a minute in shock, then all at once my emotions came through and i was running up the rest of the driveway. i felt nothing but happiness and warmth in my heart. my brother was home.