𝐒𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐋 || 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇

10 | LITTLE THINGS

【 TEN 】
➤ LITTLE THINGS

❝but just friends don't look
at each other like that.❞

oOo

"[c/n]"

...

[c/n]?"

...

"[c/n]!"

"What?" cried [c/n], her features lined with frustration as she turned to you, her eyes blazing. You swallowed nervously, unable to force your thoughts away from the beauty that was an angry [c/n]. 

"Pay attention to me" You commanded, mustering up as much confidence as was possible. [c/n] arched an eyebrow. 

"Don't fuck with me, [y/n]" She gritted out, turning her feverish gaze back onto the long algebraic equation listed out before her. "I'm busy"

"I don't care!" With calculative eyes, you quickly scanned the problem, easily figuring out the base of the working. "You can do this later"

"The hell I can" [c/n] scoffed. "Unfortunately, everyone is not a genius like you, [y/n]"

"32" You stated, shrinking back once you felt her piercing glare on the side of your head. Nevertheless, her fingers skimmed across the pages, tracing the paper for the answer: and once she had confirmed the accuracy of your quick answer, [c/n] let out a tired groan. 

"This is terrible" She expressed. "I can't understand any of this"

"Maybe I can help" suggested you, blushing slightly. [c/n] nodded with no hesitation, sliding over the wooden bench to allow you space. 

Your fingers brushed hers briefly as you settled down, the skin on your thighs prickling as they came into contact with her tense muscles. Your heartstrings gleaned as you found her relaxing, her posture loosening as you hooked your foot with hers.

"[c/n], this is too simple to be incomprehensible." As your mind slipped away into the complicated myriad of formulae, you inevitably missed the way her tender gaze never wavered from your concentrated features. In her eyes, you were perfect, and no algebraic sum would ever equal your complexity. If only you knew just how much you meant to her. 

"-Oh. You need to square this."

You squinted adorably, leaning subtly over the table as your pencil scratched away at her book. But [c/n], was not paying the slightest attention. She had momentarily lost her ability to breathe, her eyes fixated upon your angled figure, almost able to hear the gears whirring inside your brain. 

"There we go!" declared you, straightening yourself with a start. A lock of hair slipped over your ear, landing in a dangling [curl/wave/strand] over your cheek. 

[c/n] blinked, her eyes expanding to the size of saucers. Your lips were moving; she knew you were saying something, but she could barely focus on anything she was being told. 

Her hand lifted almost out of instinct, and your words were cut off in shock. Her fingers left trails of fire on your skin as she tucked away the stray strand of hair behind your ear, her deep [c/e/c] eyes boring into yours. 

"[c/n]-"

"Hush" whispered [c/n], tilting her head slightly. "You look so pretty."

Your cheeks flamed instantly. [c/n] chuckled softly, she loved the way you'd blush whenever she complimented you.

"Really? I mean— I...um, thank you," you said politely, looking slightly startled as you tripped over your words. [c/n] grinned. Had she gotten you, the great eloquent poet, Miss Creative Writing, [y/n] [y/l/n] speechless? That was quite the achievement.

You, meanwhile, were at a strenuous battle with yourself. You were about an inch away from dropping the pencil and smashing your lips on [c/n]'s right then and there, but the vivacious classroom really was not the most appropriate place for that.

"I love it when you blush. I should really start complimenting you more often," [c/n] debated aloud.

You giggled, raising a brow in question. Her eyes went wide, indicating that this was not something she meant to share with you.

"That's cute, [c/n/n]. I love it when you blush, too!"

"I never blush!" she declared haughtily. You smirked, inching forward.

"Oh, is that so?"

She swallowed thickly as your flashing eyes hovered over her, your lips mere millimetres from her own. God, she wanted to kiss you, so badly.

Miraculously, her self-restraint prevailed.

You smiled devilishly, and then swiftly pecked her cheek. Just like instant coffee powder being poured in hot water, bright red blossomed from the shining mark your (lipstick/ lip balm) left on her skin, spreading out over her whole face.

"Well, there's a first time for everything, my darling."

[c/n] sighed, looking quite the comedic piece with her red face and exasperated eyes.

"[y/n], ever the flirt," she rolled her eyes, disappointed at the assumption that you was only fine-tuning your (rather poor/ already rich) skills. What you said next, however, fully debunked that theory.

Your melodious laugh entranced her ears first, and then you spoke the words that instilled hope forevermore.

"O, yes. But only you could ever tie me down, my dearest!"

And she did, didn't she? She tied you down rather well, she did.

oOo

If you got the joke, please drown me in holy water.