2022 | when we met. c/crush.

after we met. c/crush.

An hour later. In calculus class.

Calculus was my last class of the day. On any other day, I’d pay attention to Mr. Collins while stealing a few glances at Ryan, who conveniently sat two seats in front of me. But today was not any other day. It was the day Ryan Callahan kissed me.

My mind had been racing ever since that kiss. That sweet, gentle kiss.

It didn’t make sense. I didn’t even think he knew my name. Maybe it was a prank. A dare. Oh god, how humiliating. No. I didn’t want to believe he would do something like that. Not because he was the hottest guy I’d ever seen, but because he was also the nicest.

Suddenly I heard Mr. Collins say “test” and half the class groaned. Then half the class laughed. Then Justin, the guy who sat in front of me, reached over his shoulder and dropped a crumpled up piece of paper on my desk. I picked it up and un-crumpled it.

On it were only a few words. A few words that made my heart pound in my chest.

Meet me after class? –Ryan
Please check one:
□ Yes
□ No

I checked the box beside the only possible answer. Yes.

As I was crumpling the paper, I looked up and found Ryan, half turned in his seat, smiling at me. I think I smiled back, but I was so flustered that I couldn’t be sure. I saw his eyes lower to the paper in my hand and back to my eyes. Oh right. I was still holding that.

I tossed it over Justin’s head and Ryan grabbed it out of the air.

The rest of class felt like hours. And when it was finally over, I grabbed my things and shoved them into my bag as quickly as possible. But when I looked up, Ryan was gone. My heart sank. I didn’t want to believe that he would mess with me like this. But he left.

I cursed my emotions when I felt tears threatening to fall as I slowly walked out of class. I took a deep breath to calm myself just before stepping out into the crowded hall. And when I did, my eyes lifted from the floor and landed on someone leaning against the wall in front of me.

Ryan Callahan.

♥

Oh no… please don’t stop. Go on… take that shirt off…
Hot guy: Simone Bredariol (Italy’s hottest man. According to me.)

p.s. — I just can’t seem to get myself to write until late. I’ve got too much on my mind. My head is so crowded that I wish I’d charged an entry fee.
p.p.s. — Today was a mostly bad day.
p.p.p.s. — I know, I’m a day behind. Maybe I’ll try to write D right now. It’s only 11pm…

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