Harboring Feelings >> Becstin

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AUSTIN'S POV

I'm currently waiting at my locker to catch a glimpse of my girl to start the day. I continue to subtly search the crowd that is flooding the halls.

"Who are you looking for?" a voice asks.

"No one really, how 'bout you?" I ask the beautiful girl as I peek down at her small figure.

"No one." She sighs robotically, "Jimmy's at a basketball tournament, so I'm going solo today." She jokes, I laugh.

"Do you mind if I walk with you to class?" She asks, I'm shocked at her request since a few weeks ago she wouldn't say two words to me. But, now I have the privilege to walk with her to class.

"Yeah! Sure! Let's go...learn." I try my hardest to sound enthusiastic, but I end up sounding like a dork. I'm relieved when Becky giggles at my lame statement.

As we walk down the crowded path to our first class together. I can't stop myself from watching her intently. Her eyes scan the hall before us, most likely to insure that she doesn't run into anyone. I watch as she bites her lip, I nearly groan outwardly.

Please, don't bite your lip Becky. I want to do that.

For a moment, I picture myself as her boyfriend. I picture that this is our normal morning routine. We walk to class every morning and I tell how amazing she looks everyday, she would blush and tell me 'thank you' then she would kiss me deeply and tell me how lucky she is to have me.

"Do I look okay?" Her voice pulls me out of my trance, and I notice my gaze never left her face.

"W-what?" I ask as she self-consciously pulls back a strand of hair from her face.

"Is there, like, something on my face?" She asks, I furrow my eyebrows in confusion.

"No, why?" I ask curiously.

"Well, you keep looking at me so I just thought-"

"No!" I shout. Becky looks a little taken back at my sudden outburst. I look around quickly and I noticed I turned a few heads at the scene I made. "Ahem. I mean, no. No you look great. Amazing actually." I reply sweetly. She smiles and looks down at her books.

"Thanks." She says quietly while hiding a shy smile.

"So...did you get Kelley's work done?" I decide to change the subject.

"Oh goodness, I totally forgot!" She exclaims. I chuckle.

"Don't worry I'm sure you'll get it done before third." I reply casually.

"How do you know that I have Kelley for third?" She looks at me weirdly. My breathing nearly stops completely.

"We have class together, remember?" I say nervously.

"Oh yeah." She says.

"Now that you mention it. We have a lot of classes together." She voices her thoughts.

"What a weird coincidence." I smile.

"Yeah...weird." She says as she looks me in the eyes.

Jesus Christ, you're so beautiful. Please just remember me.

Before my thoughts could catch up with my mouth, the bell rings. I mentally groan as Becky and I walk into our first hour. As usual, I head to the back of the class while Becky takes a seat near the front.

I barely listen to the lesson. The teacher passes out the papers assigned to the lesson and I breeze right through the questions. I turn in my and retreat back to my desk. I pull out my lyrics in my journal and I begin to hum a melody.

BECKY'S POV

I hear someone humming beautifully in the achingly silent classroom.

Is that an angel's voice?

I look up from my work and search for the source of the sound. My eyes trail along the faces that are concentrated on their work until my gaze falls upon Austin's face. He's humming lightly but he's scribbling down words simultaneously. Then, he pauses. I watch in fascination as he grabs another sheet of paper and begins to write in large words. In my mind I try to picture what he's writing, but I can't quite figure it out. He holds up the paper in front of his face.

'YOU SHOULD BE WORKING, MRS. GOMEZ'

I don't know whether to laugh or blush. Laugh, because he used proper pronunciation. Blush, at the fact that he knew it was me who was staring at him. He smirks as he points to the front of the class.

"You should be working, Mrs. Gomez." The teacher calls to me, I quickly turn around in my desk. I can hear Austin laughing lightly at the back of the class.

(A/N: Cute things I wish I could tell to the person I'm in love with:

• I don't think you know what you're doing to me.

• I get so happy when you talk to me.

• You have no idea how much I care about you.

• I can't stop thinking about you.

• God, yoUR SO DAMN CUTE.

• I could watch you for a single minute and find a thousand things that I love about you.

Brad Pitt in Inglourious Basterds is like so omg.

-❤ ❤ Luz)