The Dream

Everything is not what it seems in this short story.

It was becoming a habit of mine, to tap my fingernails on wood whenever I was bored. But I continued. I was waiting for the last person in our class to finish the suprisingly easy test. There was 5 minutes left of class, and we weren't allowed to read or do anything entertaining until the last person was done.

I randomly glanced at my classmates, and I caught the gaze of my crush. He was staring at me intentley, and I blushed hotly. It seemed as though he was staring at my lips. Suddenly, they felt very chapped. I licked them, feeling stupid. His eyes grew darker, and he looked hungry.

I raised my eyebrow questiongly, and he licked his own lips. I grinned slightly, finally understanding that he was flirting with me. I wiggled my eyebrows, feeling for all the world like a vaudeville villan, and he grinned at me cheekily.

We flirted for the last few minutes of class, until the bell rang. My stuff was already gathered, so I rose from my seat, and walked past him as I headed into the crowded school hallway. He winked as I passed, and I had a sudden urge, which I acted upon. I dropped my bags, grabbed his face between my hands, and roughly kissed him. He kissed me back, with such passion, and I wrapped my fingers tightly in his slightly shaggy hair.

Forgetting where we were, he stood, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, eager to keep our bodies pressed together. He walked towards the wall, and pressed my back against it. I eagerly deepend the kiss, and we stayed like this until we were both out of breath. We pulled our lips apart, and stared at each other in a breathless excitement. From around us, we heard clapping and wolf-whistles.

I instantly unwrapped my legs, and he set me down gently, before stepping out of the way. All around us, I saw my friends, and my peers, and his friends. I even saw a few teachers! They were all clapping, and whistling, and I heard a few of them mutter, "It's about damn time..." His best friend was glaring at him, probably for romantically linking himself with someone a year younger, but he just shrugged before we resumed kissing.

 

"Anaia!" I heard someone whisperly sharply.

"What?!" I muttered angrily. Had it only been my imagination at work?

"You were daydreaming again!" snapped my best friend, Tiphaine.

"Damn it!" I cursed under my breath, "Why couldn't it have been real?"

"Dennis?" Tiphaine asked, slightly amused.

"Yes," I mumbled.

"Maybe one day, you could actually have a conversation with him!" she teased.

"Whatever." I rolled my eyes as I gathered my belongings. As I headed out the door, I swear I saw Dennis wink at me.

Reviews

[TopHatGirl]

Nice. But...almost. One thing I had a problem with:

"What?!" I muttered angrily. Had it all been a daydream?
"You were daydreaming again!"

Don't put the word daydreaming in twice so close to eachother. This would've worked:

"What?!" I muttered angrily. Had it been only my imagination at work?
"You were daydreaming again!"

That's all. Simple, huh? Good story.

[DaGirlNxtDoor]

loved it so much! especially the end
"I swear I saw Dennis wink at me"
nice ending lol!
A++ :D

[gabby]

lol wow thatt wuz funny..... can't wait for more.....