Ten Things, One Thing // Jamilton

Number Ten

Alexander hadn't talked to me all day, and I had assumed that it was his way of declining everything in my letter.

It was 8:25, about 5 minutes before everyone packed up and went home, and, as I walked out to grab some copies, someone slammed me into a wall.

"What the fu-?!"

I was cut off by rough lips smashing into mine.

He didn't pull away until we were both out of breath.

"Thomas... I-i love you, too. God, it's about time one of us made a move. The tension between us was becoming unbear-"

I shut him up by pressing my slightly swollen lips to his.

Want to know something funny, though?

I had to bend down to reach him, the small bastard.