Does This Make Us Pastel-Punk? {Smut with plot, kinda}

Dan's PoV:

I watch his wipe some drool off his bottom lip with his thumb, my eyes getting caught on the ring in the middle of his lip, god what I'd give to feel his lips on mine again, getting heated and faster, more desperate, and then I'd put my teeth around that ring and carefully pull back a bit, I wonder if he'd like that?

I feel my cheeks heat up at the thought, god Howell, get a grip.

I look back up at him and he's sporting that god forsaken smirk again, I'm a sucker for that smirk, but I try my best to hide that fact.

"Well, I'll see you later then, Howell." He says before stepping back, then turning and jogging out of the library.

I sit down on the floor with my back against the bookcases, hiding my face in my hands with a groan.

I know that I act cold towards him, and it seems like I don't like him, but I do. I just act like I don't like him since he's such a prick all the time! He's always either pushing me around or using terrible pick up lines, what are his motives?! Is he flirting with me or bullying me?!

I think about the kiss and feel my face instantly heat up again. He's flirted with me and teased me before, a crotch rub or two, which I won't complain about because he's good at it. But he's never gone that far before, he's never actually done anything like that before, something borderline affectionate.

I let out a whimper of embarrassment and look around me through my fingers, no one seem to have noticed me.

I stand up and brush the dirt off my clothes. After that I look around and walk out from behind the bookshelves, holding my book on American history close to my chest, as if it is a shield that will protect me.

I carefully push open the library doors and walk out into the corridor, looking around me to make sure nothing..unfortunate will happen.and once I'm sure that I'm safe from any bullies...or a specific Lester lurking around, I walk down the hall towards my locker.

I put in the combination for my locker and slam my fist against the upper left corner, right over the top hinges, since I've come to realize that's the only way to get it open. The school really should invest in new lockers.

I chuckle to myself because the principle is way too much of a cheapskate to buy new lockers and also pay someone to install them, or even to have Mister Pastilski, the gym teacher, install them for free.

I put my newly borrowed book in on the small shelf in my locker, right beside my other essay books. After that I take a quick look at my schedule and then I close my locker, locking it once again.

I let out a groan of annoyance, I've forgotten my schedule again. So, I reopen my locker and pick up my extra schedule, locking the door and then looking over the paper.

FRIDAY.
1ST PERIOD: HOMEROOM.
2ND PERIOD: ADVANCE ENGLISH.
3RD PERIOD: ELECTIVE.
4TH PERIOD: MATH.
5TH PERIOD: HISTORY.
6TH PERIOD: LUNCH PERIOD.
7TH PERIOD: FREE PERIOD.
8TH PERIOD: PE.

So now, after having spent most of both my lunch period and free period in the library, listening to Hamilton music and borrowing books for my advanced English course, where I'm writing an essay on American history.

Which is also why Hamilton is the current spot light musical, well, for this week at least. It might be Heathers next week, or maybe Dear Even Hanson. It will probably be Dear Evan Hansen, God Connor is hot. TOO MUCH GAY, TOO FAST TO HANDLE. I NEED TO FOCUS!

I come back to reality just in time to dodge the wall I'm about to walk into. I hear some guys laughing as they walk past me. I lower my head in shame and sigh as they disappear around a corner.

Okay then, PE. I look around myself and walk down a close by hallway leading towards the gym hall. I can hear it long before I see it, the jocks screaming and jumping around, the girls chatting around, and of course the less athletic kids chattering nervously in some corner somewhere.

I carefully turn the last corner and barely have time to dodge the baseball flying past my head, but I recover fast and make a quick escape into the locker room. I take a second to test against the wall and then I turn and walk into the locker changing room. Once there I walk up to my clothing locker and open in, pulling out my clothes and getting dressed.

Then I think of it again, that bastard! Kissing me in the middle of a library! And then just walking away?! Like it's nothing?! WHY DOES HE HAVE TO BE SO CONFUSING?!

I slam my locker closed in annoyance and turn to my side, ready to leave. And that's when I see them, eyes such a careful blue that they are almost white. Icy blue eyes staring back into mine.

Fuckin' Lester.

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868 words, longer, but still short, hope you'll all enjoy what's to come at least.