I walk to our shared class, still being confused. When I get to class, Ashlyn is already seated on her usual seat. I feel her stare on me while I walk to one of the backseats. As I take my seat I still feel her stare on me. 'Fuck it.' I look her right in the eyes and stare back. But she does nothing, she just keeps staring, with an expression that still confuses me. Her eyes. Her perfectly beautiful green eyes. Those eyes I want to drown in. The eyes that I want to see every single minute until I die. I snap out of my daydream once the bell rings, I see that Ashlyn also snapped out of the stare she was lost in. Why doesn't she just talk with me? I don't understand what she wants.

"Please sit next to the person you paired up with for the project of last week." Ms. Miller tells the class. 'Shit.' I stand up and walk over to Ashlyn and sit next to her. She stared at me the whole way. And at this point I'm just staring back. We both snap out of it again when the teacher speaks up. "These will be your new seats." The class groans. Ashlyn and I give each other a quick glance. That's when the teacher finally begins her lesson.

I've been trying to focus on the class our teacher is giving us, but all I see and feel is Ashlyns stare. Our knees touch. Shivers spread all over my body and my eyes immediately find Ashlyn her eyes again. I have no idea what's happening. But we both can't seem to look away.

I was finally able to focus a bit since Ashlyn put her headphones on. My left hand is resting on my leg and my other hand is holding a pen. I feel touch, on my hand. I look at it and see Ashlyn slowly putting her hand on mine. We are both looking at our hands on my leg. The shivers are back. The amazing shivers.

We've been sitting like this for a couple of minutes now. My hand on my leg and her hand on top of my hand. But I have the desire to intertwine our fingers. I just want to hold her hand right now. So I intertwine our fingers. This feels right. So incredibly right. The only thing that has felt right in a very very long time. Suddenly she snatches the pen from my right hand and grabs my notebook. Since she doesn't have anything like paper on her table. I watch as she writes something down with her left hand, probably her wrong hand since the other one is occupied. She's making a mess on the paper, this makes me grin. She shoves the notebook back and I try to see what she wrote down. 'Meet me in the bathroom.' This makes me look at her in confusion, but she already stands up. "I'm going to the bathroom." she says to the teacher. I roll my eyes.

After waiting for about a minute I put my hand up. "Yes Miss Jones." she answers. "I don't really feel good, can I leave this class for a couple of minutes?" I ask politely. "Ofcourse." she says with a smile. So I stand up and leave the classroom.

'Well which bathroom was she talking about?! There are multiple bathrooms on this floor.' I open the door to the first one I see. "Ashlyn?" I whisper quietly. No answer. Okay guess she's not in this one. I have better luck with the second I open, because as soon as I open it, I whisper "Ash-". But can't even finish saying her name when she pulls me in one of the stalls. "Why didn't you tell me which bathroom you were going to? You know there are like 5 on this floor right? And what if one of the students or teachers see us? Ashlyn what is going on?" "Tory, can you shut up and listen to me?" she asks me with a raised eyebrow. "First of all I'm sorry for not saying which bathroom, second of all nobody will see us, just relax." she says fast. "And I'm sorry for messing up okay? I really am, I didn't want to mess up but I was scared." she continues. "Scared of what?" I ask her. "Scared of someone actually meaning something to me. And scared of me actually meaning something to someone else. Scared that you were gonna leave like everyone else." My face softens as she says this. "It's okay Ashlyn. I understand." "So can we just go back to before?" she says with a hopeful expression. I smile at her, "Ofcourse." We get lost in each others eyes once again, we're getting closer again. Her breath fanning over my lips. Shivers covering my body. I hear her say 'fuck it' under her breath, just loud enough for me to hear. That's when I feel her lips on mine. Her lips. These perfect soft lips. We slowly begin to move our lips to each others rhythm. A kiss that began soft is now slowly turning into a heated one. Both losing our breath, but not wanting to stop. She makes her way down my neck when she stops at a spot that makes me lose my mind. She gives that spot a little more attention than the rest. Both of us knowing this will definitely leave a hickey, but not caring at all. I let a moan slip out of my mouth. And I feel her smile on my skin. That's when she stops and looks at me. We're both out of breath, we're a mess. But we're a beautiful mess. "I guess we'll have to go back to class now?" she asks questioningly. I hum. "I actually meant that we could skip?" she said with puppy eyes. "No Ashlyn, I'm not doing that shit. You know that." I tell her with a tiny smile. She groans but agrees anyways. "Okay then, see you back in class goodie two shoes." she winks at me before walking away.