do you like me? austin porter

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by pm5baby

by pm5baby

y/n pov_

ugh. how clueless and tackless can someone be. i smile at you, i talk to you, i even work with you. why doesn't he notice any of my advances.

now i get it. its normal to smile and do things like that, but not for me. i kinda honestly hate people. i like my alone time. what can i say, you know? so when i saw him: tall, blonde, smily-center of attention, to be honest, i was angry.

why do people like him get popular. wait i guess it goes without saying, but i like Austin porter. ew, just thinking it gives me goose bumps.

now i'm sitting here at my desk, alone, biting on my the back on my pen. the upperclassmen are stating to come in now. good thing i came early

"shit". i forget Austin was in this class. shit the seats are filling up and he hasn't sat down. no no no.

"hey Hinami, mind if i sit here?" Austin's smiling face appears next to me,

startled i mumbled "uh sure, i don't care" why did he have to wait for all the chairs to fill up like that.

he sits down next to me and his wet hair brushes against my shoulder. i flinch and feel my face get hot. he looks like he just stepped out of bed. "why does he have to be so cute"

"what?" Austin asks "who's cute"

"what?! no one, not you!" i start rambling.

"hahahha", Austin starts laughing into his sleeve.

what an asshole to just laugh like that. . . .but its also kinda cute.

"what's so funny, you jerk?" i yell at him.

"I'm-hahah, i'm-wow. hold on. haha-sorry.s-sorry." he tries to calm himself down.

I feel my face get even hotter and i run out of the class room embarrassed as hell. why did he laugh? why did i blush?

I'm about to turn the corner when someone grabs my arm. "hey stop--" Austin? how'd he even catch me. his hair is covering his eyes and he's looking down just holding my arm,

"i didn't mean to upset you Hinami" Austin says still not looking at me. i'm too stunned to say anything back and he keeps talking.

"its just. . .i thought it was cute you know, the way i make you blush. i just. . .i'm sorry" he finally looks at me.

"how do you know my name, anyway?" i mumble at him.

"i guess you never realize me looking at you. how your always alone, quiet, and honestly, well, kinda rude"

asshole.

"but i just have something to ask" he looks me in the eyes with determination.

"do you like me?"

oooh cliff-hanger bitches. . . writers block is over. im back