Look at me

"A car sales man! No, a ballerina?" I frown in confusion.

It's sunday evening and a good majority of the year is in the common room, simply hanging out.

I'm sitting between Lane and Ozz, playing charades with a couple other people from my other classes.

"Uh, fuck, i don't know!" I sigh in defeat.

Lane nudges me with his elbow. I look over at him and be begins to lean in, cupping a hand around his mouth.

Turning my head, i give him access to my ear so he can whisper whatever he wants to say.

I unintentionally shiver as his breath hits my skin. He watches my reaction and tilts his head slightly in question.

"It's cold." I quickly state, standing up. "I'm gonna go get a sweatshirt."

With that i start over to the doors of the common, pulling one open and walking out.

The door opens a second time and i look over my shoulder to see Lane jogging after me.

If i stay still, do you think he won't be able to see me?

"Carter, what's up?" He falls into step beside me.

"Nothing, how are you?" I try to say as casually as possible, but it ends up coming out a lot more strained than intended.

"No. Stop, Carter." Lane grabs my bicep, causing me to stop. I look down at his hand, my skin burning under his touch.

He follows my eyes to his hand and removes it quickly.

"Why have you been acting so weird these past couple days?" He furrows his brows as he looks at me.

"Me? Weird? What are you on about?" I turn my gaze to the ground.

"Jules." Lane takes my chin between his fingers and tilts my face up to look at his.

I can't help but look down at his lips. The urge i have to kiss him grows more and more everytime i'm near him.

Why do i feel like this? He's my bestfriend!

"Let go." I push his hand away and continue walking.

He doesn't follow, clearly over trying with me. Which i'm glad about.

There's no way i can tell him i've been avoiding him because i wanna shove my tongue down his throat whenever he's within reaching distance.

I take the stairs up to my dorm room because i have no trust in that elevator anymore.

Taking my keys out the pocket of my joggers, i unlock the door, push it open and step inside.

Just as i turn around to close it, a shoe jams between the door and the wall. I step back in shock as it then swings open.

"Lane." I exhale. I thought i was being robbed.

He closes the door behind him and walks over to me, not saying a word. I back up into my desk, my heart beginning to beat rapidly in my chest.

I lift up my hands, practically pleading with my eyes for him to keep his distance, but he simply takes my wrists in his hands.

"Lane please." I whimper.

He gently pushes me backwards, causing me to lay down on the desk behind us. He crawls up on top of me, pinning my hands above my head.

I close my eyes, my breaths becoming even deeper. Clenching my jaw, i turn my head to the side, averting my gaze to anything other than him.

"Look at me." Lane grabs my cheeks roughly with one hand and forces me to look at him.

Once i'm facing him he lets go, but i don't move. His eyes are searching. I try to clear my own of any emotion.

They flicker down to his lips again. Slightly parted, beautifully defined, pink and... kissable.

His face is inches away from mine.

As if i'm not in control of my own body, i tilt my head up and my lips brush against his.

He pulls back, confusion crossing his face. Then his perfect mouth forms a smirk.

"You want me." He breathes.

I feel like a thousand extra butterflies have just entered my stomach at his words.

I bite my lower lip, which only draws his eyes to them, before returning to my gaze.

He brings his hand to my throat and wraps it around, pulling my face up closer to him.

My eyes flutter shut in anticipation.

And then he lets me go.

Wait, what?

I open my eyes as Lane laughs, standing up.

He walks over to my bed and sits on it as i watch him, completely dazzled.

"If you wanted to make out with me, you could've just said that Carter." He lies back on my bed, hands behind his head.

"I-i don't." I huff as i sit up, still on the desk and out of control over my limbs.

"So you don't feel the tension between us?" His sexy smirk creeping across his face.

"What tension? I have no idea what you're talking about." I cross my arms.

"And you aren't attracted to me in the slightest?" He sits up now, slinging his legs over the bed but leaning back, supporting his weight with his arms.

"I feel nothing for you. Absolutely nothing!" I play with the ring on my thumb.

"Is that so?" His tone is amused, which only irritates me more.

"Yep. Nothing." I say cooly.

He stands up and takes a step towards me, a smirk still platsered on his face. I swallow, refusing to be backed up again. He laughs at my discomfort. "Relax princess, i'm not gonna jump on you."

That relives me somewhat, until he adds, "not until you ask me to anyway."

Lane looks me up and down, before walking over to the door and out of the room.

I allow my body to relax. I can't believe that just happened.

Seconds later, Emmy bursts through the door, her eyes wide.

"What happened? Did you talk to him about the kiss? Did you make out again?" She rushes over and grabs me by the shoulders.

I chuckle, sliding down off the desk.

"Come on Jules, hurry up and spill!" She drags me over to her bed and sits down, patting the bed for me to sit too.

"He was tryna get me to talk to him... i think?" I sit cross legged on the bed in front of her.

"And?"

"We almost kissed again." I rush, almost inaudibly. But Em still catches it.

She screams into a nearby pillow and I grin.

"So did you tell him you like him?" She asks once she recovers.

"I don't!"

"Shut up J, it's so obvious. There's more sexual tension between you two than Miss Cooper and Mr Jones."

Mr Jones honestly needs to ask her out already.

"Yeah, well, he's hot. But he's my mate." I explain.

"So you don't feel anything towards him?" Em raises her eyebrows at me, crossing her arms.

I open my mouth to speak, but close it again.

Emmy grins from ear to ear, lunging forward and tackling me into a hug.

"Get off me you loaf!" I giggle, trying to break free.

"We're so gonna go on double dates! Oh my gosh wait, should i get Ozz to talk to Lane?" She sits back, pulling her phone from her pocket.

"No Em-" I start, but i hear the sound of a message sending not even seconds after opening her phone.

She looks up at me and grins.

Fuck.

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looks a bit like jules has caught the feelies ;)

lane?

hope you enjoyed,

bye!