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three - virgin tingz

"Frankie hi. You ugh, you left this at your desk and I didn't want to leave it there but I also couldn't leave my class so," he handed me black and white notebook that had private on it. "I assumed it was private so I didn't want anyone tooo...ya know."

"Yeah thanks. Wanna come in? Have a drink," I didn't know if it was appropriate and my cringe facial expression showed.

"Ahh no. I have papers to grade. Raincheck?" I could tell he was joking.

"Yeah. See you tomorrow Mr. Elliot," I smiled. Do you know how much I was fighting back a 'lol'? It was so hard.

"Don't tell me you two slept together and is pulling an Ariel and Ezra," Michele let out.

"What! NO!" I sat down on the couch, sitting next to him. "I literally just met him and that's highly inappropriate. Plus Ariel was in high school."

"So? I slept with my teacher...in high school," he cockily said. "No judgement," he said before heading to the bathroom.

What the fuck?

Whatever. I'm exhausted. I walked over to my bed and jumped on top of it. Face first.

***

Waking up, I looked at the alarm clock by my bed and saw it was 11:52 pm. I was hungry, tired, and wondered how and why I wasn't being woken up by my mentally insane friends. Oh sorry, mentally insane BEST friends.

I got up not knowing specifically what I want but I know that there was a dinner a couple buildings away from my dorm building.

I got my fat ass up and headed to the dinner.

***

When I walked in, my eyes immediately landed on a hot Mr. Elliot drinking and hot beverage. He was like, the only one in there besides a couple over enthusiastic workers. The further I walked in, he noticed me.

"Ah Frankie. Hey," he said.

"Hey Mr. Elliot," I walked over to his table.

"Please, call me Charlie. Mr. Elliot is my father....And my professor ego." He put his hand out for me to shake it.

"Well Hello Charlie. I'm Frankie. Or, Frankie. Scott calls me Fran but it's kind of a Scott thing. He'd be pretty pissed if you tried to 'steal' it." I explained.

"Mmm. How 'bout Frank?"

Ew no. That's a horrible name. If you were here since high school, you'd know why.

"Ew. No. Please don't ever call me that." A disgusted look came upon my face, thinking about the memory.

"I'm going to assume it's bad blood. Anyways, you order yet?"

"No. I had just walked in when you called me."

"Oh, why don't you order something? On me," he suggested. Or offered. Maybe both.

"Mr. Elli- Charlie, it's fine. I can pay for myself," I blushed at the gesture.

"Nah. Save your money. It will be way more useful as the year progresses," he shook his head a little.

I was slightly confused by what he actually meant. "Are suggesting-"

"No. I mean like more supplies and extra snacks and stuff. No drugs. Plus you could get in serious trouble nonetheless," he smiled a little.

"Well I'm one of the good ones. No drugs."

***

Charlie and I had been laughing and talking for about an hour now. About the most random things too.

"So I guess it was like shooken or something but the minute he opened it, it exploded in his face. Next thing we know he's crying like a big ass baby infront of the whole school." Charlie was telling me about his brother Gabriel and how embarrassing he was in high school. It was way funnier than what it should have been.

...

After calming down for a bit, the conversation takes a turn.

"Frankie, you ever been in love?" His laughter soon changes into a serious smile. If that makes sense.

"No. On the verge but, then I was lied and cheated on so," I shrugged my shoulders.

"Mmm. You ever...." he drifts off, "had sex?" His gaze doesn't meet mine.

"N- no."

"Mmm." Was all he responded. "It would be inappropriate if I...nevermind."

"If you what?"

"If I kissed you." My heart sunk by his words. He wanted to kiss me. Kiss? Me? What am I supposed to say? Do I kiss him? What do I do?

"Um...well-"

"Here Charlie. Have a goodnight." I was interrupted by one of the waiters.

"Thanks Brunette. Goodnight to you too," he passed her back the check. "Can I walk you to your dorm?" He turned back to me.

"Sure if you like."

***

The walk was silent to my building. We just walked and walked until we were infront of my apartment. I don't know why but I asked something very...well...stupid.

"Wanna come in? You never rescheduled that raincheck," I laughed.

"Uh. Sure. Why not," he smiled.

We got in and I directed him to my bed.

"Sooo," I drifted off.

"Sooo," he repeated.

"What drinks do you got?" He asked.

"Ahh, water. Water is all I could think off," I threw my hands up.

"Hmm," he patted his knees.

Simultaneously, we looked at each other in the eyes. Suddenly, this already awkward case of events, turns into a crazy unwanted, but wanted cup of heat.