//countryhuman stories\\

DenEst (vball au) 9

On Monday, Den got to school early and tried to corner her somewhere so he could talk to her, but he stopped in his tracks when he saw Esti already talking to some other guy, who was leaning against her locker.

She hummed and nodded, moving her hand up to scratch behind her ear as she said something, notebooks held close to her chest as he continued speaking. The guy leaned in and Esti shied away, shaking her head as a small pink dusted her cheeks, her lips moving: something along the lines of 'not ready'.

It looked like something out of a dumb chick-flick, with the typical 'girl meets boy' storyline.

Den could feel his blood boiling. Really? She'd talk to that guy but not him?? Why was she letting him get so close to her? Why was she blushing? Who the hell was that guy?? Was he harassing her?

As he made up his mind and started heading over to confront them, the bell rang, and the guy quickly wrapped his arms around Esti's slim jim waist, smiling a bit and pressing a soft kiss onto her forehead before heading off to class, running down the hall. He probably had some class all the way on the other side of campus.

She sighed softly as she drowned into the river of heads swarming to get to their classes.

What the fuck.

What the FUCK.

What the fuck what the fuck what the fuckwhatthefuckwhatthefuckwhatthefuck was THAT.

Esti never let random guys hug her. She barely let anyone she didn't know touch her, matter of fact. It had taken Den ages to get hugging privileges-- and this guy just waltzes in, hugs and kisses her??

Fucking ridiculous.

Pip, who was now standing beside Den, just sighed and shook his head. Den was such a hypocrite, but he couldn't see anything past his own nose. "Den... let's go to class, cmon."

Den grumbled something under his breath, heading off in the opposite direction and leaving Pip in favor of skipping class instead.

One.

Fucking Esti. Fucking guy. Who the fuck did he think he was, moving onto her like that?

Two. Three.

The echoing of the ball slamming and bouncing off of the floor became timeless. It repeated again,

Four.

His heart worked hard, pumping the blood away from his head and into the taut muscles of his forearms as he flung the ball up and slammed it back down.

Five.

What point was Esti trying to prove? What the hell was she doing, letting a guy just kiss her like that?

Six,

And why the fuck was she blushing?

S-

"Denmark," a gruff voice called from the opposite side of the gym, followed by the rustling jingle of keys. "What are you doing in gym alone?"

Den panted, staring at the wall as beads of sweat dripped paths of work down his body, soaking into his white shirt.

He gripped the ball in his hands and turned to flash a bright smile at the gym teacher. "Just practicing a bit! Sorry, are you locking the gym up? I can leave if you want."

"...No, just curious. You know that you have practice later today, with your coach." The teacher stopped approaching him, cocking his head to the side a little. "Why are you here so early? Don't you have classes?"