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30. Dieter- Detention

i screamed when maya suggested this to me

a completely switched personality dieter

still does jujitsu, but a total BADDIE

uhuhsuehfushgushdugs

n U T

(baby i'm a bad boy, i might hurt chu, i need a therapist and a- PBPSPIBDPSIP)

also, a little bit more PG 13

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"Shit," I groaned, pinching the bridge of my nose, holding a pink slip I got from Physics. "This fucking sucks." I sucked in a breath and let it out angrily, hearing the bell ring, heading to the detention room. Brent just had to blame me for the projector falling. I was just standing near it, he was the one that threw my goddamn binder on it. And him being a teacher's pet didn't help either.

I cursed under my breath as I opened the door, not bothering to look up at the teacher as I slapped my pass on his desk. He hummed, continuing his work, but raised an eyebrow. I didn't think anyone was there, besides me, so I continued.

"Go sit down." I sighed and rolled my eyes, picking a random seat and plopping down on it, head buried in my arms, leaning against the table. I felt a tap on my shoulder and decided to ignore it, too annoyed to even bother. I was still sulking when I felt it again, and whipped my head upwards. So there was someone. But just the one.

"What do you want?" I hissed under my breath, blood boiling. I heard a chuckle from behind me and I stopped, my face flushing red.

"You're not in a good mood, are you, doll?" I turned around quickly, eyes wide and face completely red at this point.

"D-Dieter!" I gasped, a smile spreading on my face, eyes flitting nervously everywhere. "You're here." He laughed again, beckoning me over, patting the seat next to him. I scampered to where he gestured, setting my things on the floor next to me. Fidgeting a little, I saw his eyes look me up and down, finally resting on my features.

He leaned into my ear, a faint smile playing upon his lips.

"Where did all that fire from before go? Swallowed it?" he muttered, voice cascading into my ears, sending shivers down my spine. Goosebumps rose on my skin as his fingers slid into mine, interlocking themselves between my own. His other hand reached to place itself on top of my knee, his thumb gently rubbing the smooth surface, tracing small circles again and again.

"N-No, I-" I didn't expect to stutter at all. Honestly, I don't know why I acted surprised when I saw him. Maybe in all the anger, I just forgot. But this was now a different situation, as I was now defenseless, unable to move, to struggle. He loved it.

"What? Nervous?" I could feel his breath on my ear, in and out, in and out; the excitement in his voice as he teased my feelings, tested them to see if anything unexpected would come out. I was almost shaking -- with an emotion I couldn't exactly pinpoint -- but it wasn't at all anxiety or fear. I felt as he bit his bottom lip, his teeth tugging at it, almost begging me to react. Like a crow to a scrap of metal, I was enticed, infatuated with him.

I could see the enjoyment in his piercing blue eyes, the excited glint he had when he liked something. It wrecked me, but at the same time -- was passed onto me. Like a drug, we both craved the tension and tautness of each other. While I was busy in my own thoughts, his hand moved to my waist, and the other to my shoulder. Dieter only brought me closer as I bit back a groan, feeling a bit warmer than before, as his body heat spread to me.

His voice rang again, this time, a whisper.

"Meet me in the bathroom."

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"What are you going to do now, Dieter?" I mused, eyes half-lidded and angled teasingly at him. He crossed his arms, smiling cockily, teeth pulling once more at his bottom lip, his blonde eyelashes slightly disclosing his blue irises. He didn't say anything, but just looked at me. I stared back at him, waiting for him to do something.

"Are you going to keep looking like a idiot?" He laughed, the gaze in his eyes changing, from hunger to fondness, the creases under his eyes deepening, approaching a softer, less icy look than before.

"No. Looking at you is enough." I nearly spat out saliva as I started choking, coughing and wheezing, hands propped up on my knees.

"Shut up already!" I protested, swatting his arm. "This is so unlike you!" He laughed again and took my hand, one of his arms sliding over the back of my thigh, picking me up. Dieter propped me up on the sink and looked into my eyes adoringly, both hands pushed against the counter-top, arms practically cradling his shoulders as Dieter was finally level with me.

"I like it like this." He nodded, as if to reassure himself, that stupid grin still plastered on his face. I averted my eyes, looking down at his black and yellow getup with red sneakers, the classic attire for someone like him. It was actually quite ironic, since he's from Germany, too.

"You're so annoying," I mumbled, huffing.

"I know, babe." I wrapped my arms around him, allowing for us to stay like that for a while -- closed eyes, in an embrace. The overwhelmingly unforgettable smell of his scent stuck to me for a bit as I bathed in it, remembering how much I loved it. It was a perfect balance of him. Not too sweet, not too stingy. Just right.

We eventually broke apart only to melt back into each other -- but this time with a kiss. I hummed, feeling his gentle hands guide mine to the base of his neck while his rested on the small of my back, my legs wrapped around his waist. Our lips collided softly as a tender aura spread throughout the small space we were in. My cheeks became rosier and I started to relax, combing my fingers through his short hair, occasionally brushing past the outer rim of his ear.

Dieter's breathing pace slowed to match mine as we "made out" in the private bathroom. A person like him, I would have never imagined myself being with. Though being the school "badass," a title that he took pride in, Dieter did have a loving side -- he always did. People just never took the time to realize it. He wasn't a whole different person around me, and I appreciated the realness of it. It didn't feel like he was acting, or had a new personality whenever I was around -- he was still the same teasing little bitch -- but he found it easier to let go.

This had been going on for a couple months by now, starting when he confessed to me in the courtyard. Initially, I was too scared to say no, but I don't regret saying yes.

My train of thought was broken as he scooped me in his arms and lifted me up, pressing my back against the wall opposite of me.

"Dieter," I groaned, a dopamine high coursing through me, "Dieter, please." He stopped kissing me for a brief moment to listen to what I had to say. I smiled.

"It's nothing." He sighed, grinning in response to my teasing manner. Planting his lips back on mine, he moved with more passion, his hand caressing my outer thigh, fingers slipping up my down my leg, a certain lust taking over him, switching to his initial gaze.

"You're so good," he hummed, words muffled by my lips. "I think I'm in love." Giggling, I pressed another kiss to his lips, cradling his head in my arms.

"I think I am too."