Let's Fall in Love at 17

Let's keep the gawking to a minimum!

Sunflowers in fields of love are reborn,
At times unexpected hits the storm.

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After the stunt I pulled on him Romeo kept quiet the whole day. And that day passed with an expectation of the war being over... from my side. I admit what I did was wrong. I probably shouldn't have played with his emotions like that.

The next day, being seated behind him in Biology I realized how wrong I was about the war being over. Because just as my ass touched the stiff wooden chair, Romeo swiftly turned around, grinning from ear to ear as if yesterday hadn't happened. As if the hurt I had seen in his eyes was mere imagination, something I wanted myself to see. Except that I knew it wasn't.

Romeo held a sunflower in his hand, delicately gripping it with his fingers as he brought it to his nose, sniffing it as if it smelled good! He loudly exhaled, closing his eyes in satisfaction. When they opened and his gaze landed on me I almost couldn't speak by the way his peculiar blue eyes had suddenly grown dark. Seeing me staring at him Romeo's lips tugged up in a cocky smirk.

He pulled the sunflower away from himself and made the petals slowly run on my skin. My breath hitched from the contact. When before I was trying to be discreet, now I wasn't even ashamed that I was staring at him. Because his eyes were mesmerizing. His smirk wore off as he trailed the flower down my jaw to my neck, tickling my skin and making me gulp.

"Hi, Cecily." He whispered, following the trail of the flower with his eyes going down, down...

"This is the second time I'm doing this but guys get a fucking room!" Freya snapped us out of the trance as she dragged the chair back from her desk and sat beside me.

"Wh-wha- what room?" I tried to regain my composure but it was hard with Romeo's unwavering gaze still focused on me, the flower in the same place as he had stopped.

"Hey." Frey snapped her fingers in his face as she remarked, "Let's keep the gawking to a minimum."

"I wasn't gawking." Romeo defended, "I mean I was gawking but at the flower, not the-"

"Yeah ok." Frey cut him off, mocking him with a fake deep voice.

I rolled my eyes at the two of them as Mr Hugh walked in, ready to start the class. All throughout the lecture I couldn't help but feel that something was wrong. Something was definitely wrong.

Why would he carry a fucking flower with himself?

I found out all too soon when the bell rang and I jumped up from my seat, the sound of a pair of pants ripping being masked by the students filing out of the room.

"Mothertrucker!" I cursed, turning around to look down at the chair to see the wooden part of it covered with fabric, giving a snickering Romeo a clear view of my panties. Abruptly I sat back on the chair when my mind established the situation.

"You." I pointed a finger at him, not really knowing what to do. I was stuck on this chair unless someone helped me. And looking to my side I saw Freya was already gone, hurrying to her next class.

"Yes me. What was it, again? Something along the lines of the devil likes to play?" He remarked, folding his hands and smugly resting his head on them.

"I- I don't have a change of pants, you idiot." I shrieked, my eyes held the deepest of glares I could muster.

"Don't worry, Juliet. Romeo to the rescue!" He exclaimed as he stood up and came up behind me. He grabbed my shoulders and made me stand up, moving me out of the space between the chair and the desk. He pulled me close to his front, the lack of space between us hiding the fact that one of my private parts were on display on school property.