As I walked down the dimly lit hallway of my high school, my heart raced with anticipation. I had seen him everyday for the past semester, passing by him on my way to class or to my friends. Kenelm, bless his heart, had tried helping over this stupid fascination. However, he couldn't stop me from stealing glances and sharing brief, secret smiles with him.
Winetorp Watts.
He had to have been the most mysterious man I had ever seen. I had seen him a few times when I was late to class - he was so hot when he played the xylophone. The way his slim fingers held the mallets, so focused and God I was falling hard.
That day, something felt different. The last month had been a gradual build-up of palpable tension, but today it was simmering. My heart pounded in my chest, the steady thump of a war drum, as I neared closer and closer to his locker. He was always there right before lunch. It was the only reason I got to see him most days.
I couldn't explain why, but today, I was determined to make a move. The hallway, usually empty as this time of day, began to lose its last flickers of life. It was just me. And Winetorp.
I hesitated for only a moment, taking the half-second to glance at the flickering lights overhead, the shadows casted on walls. Plastering on a grin, I walked behind him, stretching a tentative hand to grab his ass. Something that amazing should have been illegal. It was an effort to not touch it whenever I walked past him.
"Hey," I purred.
He turned, a sly grin being replaced almost instantly with shock. Astonished - or appalled, I couldn't tell - he rasped, "Delbert?"
A/N: This story was inspired by my favourite wattpad story. Go read the Unwritten Rules of Revenge!!
