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(Don't)

*Katherine*

"That..." I said quietly to Donna.

She slowly leaned to me trying to not attract any attention from the guy standing in the door frame.

"That's --" She got cut off by the teacher

"Dean ! You decided to show up after such a long vacation ?" The teacher said walking to her table "You're still late. Detention" She said handing him a small paper.

He just stood there scanning the room and eventually his eyes landed on me.

"Yeah whatever" He waved the teacher off and calmly made his way to an empty seat behind us. A blank expression on his face the whole time, staring into my soul.

Donna gave me one of those 'don't move, don't speak, don't breathe' looks

All the other students followed his every step as if they were scared of his every move.

When the teacher started talking again, Donna slightly turned to me and mouthed "It's HIM"

Only then I made the connection. Black clothes, everyone's scared.. This must be the mysterious Dean everyone is talking about.

I felt a light tap on my shoulder and when I turned back to look, I was met with the pearcing silver eyes. The skin around the eyes was red, his lips were in a neutral position just pressed together and juicy.

Wow... This guy was really doing something to me.

He lifted a little paper that was torn out of a notebook and signalled for me to take it from him. His tattooed hand was right in front of my face and I slowly took the paper brushing one of my fingers against his. Yes, it was intentional.

I turned back to my normal seating position and unfolded the little paper. All it said was "Did you enjoy the view ?"

I thought for a second about what I should write back. On one hand, I could throw him a cocky line and be my bitchy self, but on the other hand, I need to remain low key and innocent in school.

I wrote "Yeah the weather is pretty nice today" and gave the paper back with a tiny smirk.

He looked at the note and rolled his eyes keeping his face expression still unreadable.

The class ended shortly and Donna dragged me out of the classroom right after the bell. She started quizzing me about passing the notes and what he said and all that. Right when I was about to tell her everything a deep husky voice spoke up behind me.

"I haven't seen you around"

I turned around to see Dean towering over me. He was way taller than me and could have easily rest his chin on the top of my head with no effort.

"Maybe because you're never here ?" I said looking him up and down.

He tilted his head like a puppy questioning his owner, inspecting my face and staring at my eyes.

"Give me your number" He said.

I immediately felt Donna tugging on my arm, burning the back of my head with her stare and whispering "DON'T".

"It's not a question" He said taking a small step towards me and stepping into my personal space. Intimidating.

I pulled out a sharpie from my pocket and grabbed his wrist. I pulled on his arm extending it. I pushed his leather jacket sleeve up a little bit revealing a tatted arm. I found a little space with barely any tattoos and quickly wrote my phone down on his arm with a sharpie.

I put the cap on the sharpie and just walked away dragging Donna behind me.