GuyxLuke
I slowly turned my head to the side to take a look at Guy. As i looked Guy turned his head and are eyes connected before I swung my head back and looked at my desk, blushing. I could still feel guy looking at me. After that i didn't dare look at Guy all day.
When the bell rang, I jumped up, grabbed my bag, and ran out of the classroom as fast as I could. I didn't stop running until I reached the front door of the school.
"Luke!" someone called out.
I didn’t dare turn around, I already knew who it was, and I definitely didn't want to talk to him at the moment.
"Luke!" they called again. But this time the voice seemed to be coming from right beside me. I slowly turned my head and looked beside me. It was Guy. Again I blushed and looked away and down.
"So, what's up?" he said normally. "I noticed that you were looking at me during class today."
He had noticed, I thought to myself, now blushing furiously.
“Hey, are you alright?” Guy asked, concern in his voice. He gently placed his hand on my cheek and instantly his hand went to my forehead.
“You have a fever! You need to get to the infirmary.”
He grabbed my hand and started pulling me back to the school infirmary. I started to panic.
“ No, I’m fine, really! Please let go of my hand.” I said, trying, with all my might to convince Guy that I fine. Well, ok, maybe I wasn’t fine, but I certainly didn’t have a fever.
“No.” Guy said sternly and tightened his grip on my hand.
“OW!” I screamed.
At that he let go of my hand and I fell to the ground, head hanging. I laid the hand Guy had just been holding on my other hand and laid my hands on my legs.
“I’m so sorry! Are you all right?” I could hear the fear that he had hurt me in his voice. I slowly looked up at him. As soon as he saw my face he started to curse under his breath. Guy slowly bent down and starred into my eyes.
“I’m sorry,” he said softly. ”I didn’t mean to make you cry.”
Huh? Cry? I’m not crying, am I? I slowly brought my hand to my face and wiped my eyes. My eyes were wet and I could feel tears rolling down my face. The fact that I had cried in front of Guy made me cry even more.
“Did it really hurt that much? Sorry.” Guy cautiously took my “injured” hand and put his two hands around it.
"No, it didn't really hurt that much. The reason I'm crying is because I... I... I LIKE YOU!"
To be continued...