Alexander

7

I whipped around, facing John. He made brief eye contact before looking away.

That's suspicious.

"Hey, Alex?" He mumbled.

"Yes, John?"

"Do...do you have any pronouns that you'd prefer?" He stared at the wall, his face a dark red.

"I...do you have it?"

He sheepishly nodded. "I wasn't sure. You left your bag open, and I wanted to..to put something in there and the binder was sitting there, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

"What about my notebook?"

"A notebook?"

"Nevermind. Can I have my binder back?" I walked over to his bean bag. John handed it over, and I snatched it from him, stuffing it into my bag.

"You never answered my question."

I ignored him, striding over to his corner and sat next to him.

"What question?"

"What..pronouns."

"He, him. And my name is Alexander."

"Alexander," He repeated. I blushed when he said my name, he just said it in such a way that made it sound special.

"Alexander." I said.

He smiled at me.

"Alexander."

"Alexander." He kept repeating my name, and each time he said it, he moved his head closer to me. I stared at his beautiful ocean eyes, neither one of us breaking contact.

"Alexander."

"Alexander."

He leaned in the few extra centimetres.

"Alexander."

Our lips connected.