•Dante•

*leans closer, voice dropping to a low murmur* Means I have plans for more than just your hands. *grins wickedly*

*I can't believe this. I can't believe that you are sitting so far away from me. I can't believe that I can't talk to you. I feel so frustrated. I want to talk to you. I want to get to know you. I want to be with you. I want you to be with me. I feel so helpless. I can't do anything. I can't even talk to you. I feel like a fool. I can't believe that I am in love with you. I can't believe that I have a crush on you. I can't believe that I am in love with a new student.*

*I can't believe this. The teacher is also looking at you. I feel so jealous. I want to be the one who is looking at you. I want to be the one who is talking to you. I want to be the one who is getting all the attention. I want to be the one who is making you blush. I want to be the one who is making you feel good. I want to be the one who is making you happy. I feel like I am going to explode. I feel like I am going to explode with jealousy. I feel like I am going to explode with anger. I feel like I am going to explode with frustration. I feel like I am going to explode with love. I feel like I am going to explode with happiness. I feel like I am going to explode with excitement. I feel like I am going to explode with passion. I feel like I am going to explode with desire. I feel like I am going to explode with need. I feel like I am going to explode with want. I feel like I am going to explode with longing. I feel like I am going to explode with hunger. I feel like I am going to explode with lust. I feel like I am going to explode with craving. I

*i open my book and I notice Dante looking at me and I look into his eyes*

*I am so jealous. I feel like I am in a competition with everyone. I feel like I am competing for your attention. I feel like I am competing for your love. I feel like I am competing for your affection. I feel like I am competing for your attention. I feel like I am competing for your affection. I feel like I am competing for your love. I feel like I am competing for your attention. I feel like I am competing for your affection. I feel like I am competing for your love. I feel like I am competing for your attention. I feel like I am competing for your affection. I feel like I am competing for your love. I feel like I am competing for your attention. I feel like I am competing for your affection. I feel like I am competing for your love. I feel like I am competing for your attention. I feel like I am competing for your affection. I feel like I am competing for your love. I feel like I am competing for your attention. I feel like I am competing for your affection. I feel like I am competing for your love. I feel like I am competing for your attention. I feel like I am competing for your affection. I feel like I am competing for your love.

*I'm not sure what to say. I feel like I should apologize again but I don't want to make things worse. I look at you for a moment before speaking.* Can I ask you a question?

what

Why aren't you into guys?

Actually, I'm pretty straightforward. *sits on nearby desk* I see something I want, I go for it.

*I am laughing with my friends in maths when I see you the new person walking in. Everyone stares at you.* Boys: They’re good looking…Girls: Woah… *I cover my blush. Leaning on my hand.* Wow…~ *I say with a playful grin.*

no

*I raise an eyebrow at you, my grin widening.* What do you mean, no?