Widening my eyes out of shook, heat floods into my cheeks while I look away, silently cursing myself, "H-He definitely noticed me staring at him.. How more awkward can this fucking get?", staring intensely at the teacher while I feel someone staring a hole into me, breaking out in a cold sweat and messes with my hands anxiously, slowly sliding my eyes over to the seat Kasumi is located.
Surely enough hes staring dead at me, his usual smirk widens even more as soon as he notices my glance, "He's a fucking creep.." I think to myself, lowering my head as my bangs cover majority of my face, writing down notes silently until the sound of the bell rings out loudly, signifying the end of the final class for today.
Carefully gathering all of my belongings, one of my pens bounce off of my desk and roll across the concrete floor as I groan softly, neatly tucking the remainder of my belongings into my bookbag. Softly feeling a tap on my shoulder, I jump, snapping my head to the direction of the tap, looking up slightly while my eyes widen, quickly recomposing myself and mumbles out coldly, "What Kasumi?.."
Spinning my rogue pen between his fingers, he hums out in amusement, "I believe you dropped something?~", sighing and nodding slightly, "Wow, my hero..", reaching over i try to grab the pen out from his hand, before he yanks the pen back, narrowing his eyes and smirks more, "I want something in return first.~", he purrs out mischievously, wiggling the pen around teasingly as if dangling food in front of a starving dog.
Hissing out loudly and impatiently, "I owe you nothing. Just keep the pen if you're gonna expect something out of me.", quickly getting to my feet, I toss my bookbag over my shoulder, walking determinedly towards the exit of the now deserted room. "W-WAIT!!", feeling a hand grip around my arm, I stop, tense up and look back at him, frowning more, "Wha--", "YOU'RE NUMBER!..", Kasumi slightly shouts out, his once composed face turning different shades of red.
Visibly confused, I mumble out, "What?..", tightening his grip on my arm he whispers out, "May I have your number?".
Blushing slightly I slide my arm out of his hand, watching him curiously, "Is this some type of bet you're apart of? Or are you just fucking around with me because theres rumors going around about me being gay?.."
Widening his eyes, Kasumi shakes his head out of disbelief, sighing out in defeat, "Fine. Then let's do this..", gently grabbing my hand, Kasumi begins scribbling out a phone number on the back of my hand without hesitating.
Knitting my eyebrows together out of even more confusion, Kasumi slowly releases my hand and begins walking towards the door, saying out clearly, "Text me or call me. If you dont then I'll leave you alone Kai.", exiting and closing the door behind him, I'm left alone in a room, staring down at the phone number as I mumble out, "
... What the fuck just happened?.."
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Questionable Kindness.
Romance17 year old, Kai, finds himself struggling with family matters, school life and his love life on his last year of school. Juggling all these can be stressful for someone who would usually try to avoid the limelight. With little social skills, how wi...
