[ jasmine ]i arrived at my second to the last class for today with madison and all my life , i've never seen such a packed class like this since today.
" woah , what's with this class that makes students wanna attend it ? "
" a guy named dior. he's new like you and hot. "
" attention ! " ms. williams , our math teacher , suddenly taps the board loudly as the students lowered their noise.
" as for some of you who doesn't know ; this is our new student , dior johnson and i hope y'all treat him good. go find a seat. " she instructs the man beside her.
he's the guy i saw in the cafeteria earlier. the eye contact we had was awkward for the reason that he quickly looked away when i caught him staring.
he's cute tho.
i hear soft squeals and whispers from the girls as he passed by some rows and made his way to an empty seat , the one beside me.
he slumped down and took out his phone. bold.
" bitch you better take his number. " madison whispers with wide eyes.
" i don't even know him. "
" then get to know him. "
i just rolled my eyes on her and she chuckled softly.
at my peripheral vision , i could see the boy beside me scrolling through his phone and not giving a damn at the discussion going on at all.
" hate school too ? " i decided to talk to him in the midst of the period.
" no , i love it. that's why i'm on my phone. " he replied , eyes still on the phone.
" i like your sarcasm. " i roll my eyes on him.
" just tell me what you want. if you need a photograph , sure. autograph , alright. if you wanna go on a date , yeah but you'll need to pay me. "" arrogant bitch , i don't even wanna do anything with you. "
" stop talking to me then. "
" are you a sociopath or something that you don't like people talking to you ? "
" no. i just don't like being bothered by a fan. "
i raised a brow on him.
" fan ? i don't even know you. "
" interesting. i'm dior. "
" i'm jasmine. "
" i didn't ask and had no plans of knowing. "
i stg , if only i had a truck i would run over him the moment he steps out of school today. this is annoying.
" rude. " i muttered and went back to the discussion.
my eyes grew wide at how the board was filled with equations and formulas. shit.
" that's all for today's lesson. i hope y'all understand something and i hope to see this number of students throughout the school year. " ms. williams said when the bell rang.
" madi , wake up. " i shake the girl beside me.
" huh ? is it done ? " she groans and stretches.
" yeah , cmon. " i grabbed my bag but halted when i noticed a piece of small paper paper beside it.
i picked it up and read.
213-509-6995
" hurry up. we're gonna be late. "
i quickly grabbed my stuff and placed the paper on my back pocket.
i'll check it when i get home.-
i stared at the paper , contemplating on whether i should text the number or not. i didn't have anyone on mind of who could possibly give me their number voluntarily.
it couldn't be dior , he was the nearest to me but him giving me his number will never happen. like what he said earlier , no.
no one comes into mind anymore so i asked help from none other than , the man who can't woah.
" josh. "
he hums.
" can you check if you have any contact with this number ? " i hand him the paper.
" ohhh , my ugly sister has a secret admirer. "
" shut your thick lips and hurry. "
he did a kissy which made me chuckle then begun typing. unfortunately , the number didn't match any of his contacts.
" just text the number. at least we know it ain't any of my teammates. " he shrugs.
" what's up with your teammates ? why can't i date any of them ? "
" i know how they deal with girls. and it's far worse than bronny so i'm warning your right now young lamb. "
i shrugged and went back to my room.
hey , i found your number at my desk.
sent , 9:43 pm
within ten seconds of sending a message , the unknown man replied.hey boo. just call me john.
received , 9:43 pm
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𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄 | j. dior
Fanfiction[ DISCONTINUED ] . . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ ONLY RULE ࿐ྂ dior johnson " don't date any of my teammates. " published: 04.26.20