Reality [DonBelle]

TWO

Late again.

I shrug, no point in attending the class, I thought. I walk aimlessly around the empty hallways. I feel my phone vibrate in my back pocket, I grab it and smile, seeing multiple texts from Belle.

📨 📨 📨

Belle: Where are you? ☹️

Belle: Class started 20 minutes ago!

Belle: I'm borreeeed.

Belle: Who am I suppose to talk to now? 😣

📨 📨 📨

'Why don't you talk to Miah?' I bitterly thought. I bite my lip, debating if I should reply or not. I shake my head and put my phone back into my pocket, ignoring the vibrations. I walked towards the restroom.

I walked out of the stall, towards the sink. I turn on the faucet and start to wash my hands. I look up and stare at my reflection with a bored expression.

'Bland', I thought.

I turn off the faucet and grab the paper towel to dry my hands. I look at my reflection again and start to comb my messy hair with my fingers, smoothing it out. I look into my dark brown eyes and scoff.

'Nothing special there', I thought to myself.

I push myself off the sink and walk out.

There is honestly nothing unique about my features. Nothing about me screams out 'Perfection', unlike Belle.

Belle.

Everything about her screams perfection.

You see, Belle has soft, delicate unique features. Her smooth, slightly chubby cheeks that I can't help but pinch every chance I get, which trigger her to glare at me with those piercing cat like dark eyes of hers. Her nose is pretty. Oh, and her lips. Her lips are just perfect, she had these nice shaped lips that has a nice shade of pink. I always wondered how they would feel against my lips. I shake my head, getting rid of that ridiculous thoughts.

She also has a beautiful, soft, long black wavy hair. I smile to myself, thinking about how she would tuck in a strand of her hair behind her ears everytime she would get nervous. I love everything about her. I sadly smile, but I can never have her.

Needing to clear my thoughts, I decide to go out and get some fresh air. I walk past the football field, towards the bleachers. I slowly lie down on the bleacher and stare up at the sky. I grab my earphones and connect it to my phone. My phone vibrates again,

📨 📨 📨

Belle: Why aren't you replying?

📨 📨 📨

I ignore her message again and went through my music playlist. I feel my heart ache again when I click my chill playlist and place my phone on my stomach. I insert my earphones in my ear and press play. I close my eyes taking a deep breath to welcome the darkness.

Bye, reality.

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"Donny!"

I groan and shift a little trying to go back to sleep. I hear someone giggle and poke my cheeks.

"Donny!" I slowly open my eyes only to see Belle's face inches away from mine, showing off that cute smile of hers.

"Oh, shit!" I startle causing me to fall off the bleacher.

"Ow." I sit up and glare at her.

"Does my pain give you satisfaction?" I ask, trying not to smile at the sight of her clutching her stomach laughing as she wipes a tear away.

"I'm sorry that was just too good." I chuckle and stand up, wiping off the dirt on my jeans and shirt.

I look back up at her and see that she was holding my phone and earphones. I go to reach for it but she slaps my hands away. I look at her face only to see her cat like eyes glaring at me, I gulp.

"What did I do?" I ask.

She shows me my phone which had multiple texts messages and missed calls from her.

'Oh shit.', I give her a nervous smile.

"Why weren't you replying or answering my calls?" She asks.

She crossed her arms and raises her eyebrows.

"I was sleeping?" It was more like a question than a statement.

She narrows her eyes, trying to read my expression. I shift uncomfortably and look around trying to avoid her piercing eyes. No longer being to handle her burning gaze, I look back at her and nervously giggle. I internally cringed at my awkwardness that radiates off my body. She stares at me for a moment then shake her head and giggles at my stupidity. She hands me my phone and earphones.

"You better not do it again. I was worried about you! You're lucky I was walking by the bleachers!" She punches my shoulder playfully.

I smile at her apologetically,

"I'm sorry."

She smiles back, making my heart flutter.

"You're forgiven." She grabs my hand,

"Come on, our next class starts in 5 minutes." She walks ahead of me pulling me with her, I look down at our hands and feel my cheeks heating up.

We walk off the bleachers and head back inside the building. She turns to face me smiling, but suddenly frowns. She lets go of my hand and stops walking causing me to bump into her slightly. I back away and stare down at her confused. That's another thing I love about her, our height difference. I'm 6ft and she's 5'4ft, it's pretty cute if you asked me.

With her eyebrows furrowed, she takes a step closer to me causing my eyes to widen slightly and my heart to race.

"W-what are y-you doing?" I stutter out.

She lifts her hand and presses it against my cheeks.

"You're face is red and warm, are you sick?" She asked, her voice filled with worry.

I feel my cheeks heat up more in embarrassment.

"I'm fine, don't worry." I reassure her.

'She's too close', I gulp nervously.

"Are you sure?" She ask again.

She moves a little closer, enough for me to feel her warm breath against my lips. My breath hitches when I feel her thumb caressing my cheek softly. I look into her cat like eyes and can see that it is filled with worry and love. I frown slightly knowing it's not the kind of love that I desire. With shaky hands I grab her hand and bring it down, not letting go and already missing the warmth she gave me.

"I'm positive." I try to give her a reassuring smile.

Not believing me, she continues to study my eyes. Avoiding her stares, I look down at our hands and smile softly to myself. Seeing the way her hand fits perfectly into mine makes my heart ache in a way I cannot decide if it is a good or a bad kind of ache. Without realizing it, I start to slowly intertwine our fingers. Noticing Belle's silence, I slowly look up to find her gazing at our hands with an unreadable expression. I hold my breath as she turns her gaze to my eyes. She goes to say something but gets cut off.

"Belle!"

Belle turns toward the person who call her and instantly smiles. She drops my hand and walks to Miah. She wraps her arms around his neck and gives him a soft kiss on the cheek. I look away instantly wishing I was able to forget what I saw. I shut my eyes tightly and take in a deep breath. I open my eyes again and see them walking towards my direction. I give one of my infamous fake smiles and walk towards the lovely couple.

Again, fuck reality.

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.