Kyle's POV

This can't be happening.

Tell me this isn't happening.

Shit!

This is really happening!

I ran out of the cafeteria, trying to get to the bathroom.

A pair of grey eyes popped into my mind.

"Man, they were beautiful- wait, stop that!"

I sped up my steps, wanting- no, needing to get away.

I continued to push away any thoughts that had to do with him -which were all of them- so I didn't say or do anything stupid.

"Hey." I heard his voice say.

I want . . .

"I want him to say my name."

I stopped walking when the thought of getting him to say my name came into my mind.

Soon I was turning around and moving twice as fast, making my way back to the cafeteria.

Back to him.

"No, Stop!" I told myself, going back in the direction of the bathroom.

I started reciting times tables, tongue twisters, cheesy tumblr quotes, anything to distract me from my . . . troublesome thoughts. I couldn’t let my mind wander to anything that would remind me of him. 

Looking up from my feet, I saw that I was almost to the bathroom and let out a sigh of relief.

But just imagine those beautiful pink lips of his moving as they say my name. A part of me says.

The image was truly something to behold. The internal struggle to get my body to do what I wanted became nearly impossible. But somehow, I was able to continue to the bathroom.

Unfortunately for me, I only got a moment of victory before something else came.

"Kyle," I heard him say. “I want you.”

I stopped in my tracks, practically frozen by the thought.

Oh, that sounds amazing.

Maybe I should just go for a second-

"Ugh! No, Stop thinking!" I yelled once my body was already trying to go back to the cafeteria. "He never said that, and he never will say that!"

Running the rest of the way to the bathroom I ignored the slight pang in my chest at the thought. I threw open the bathroom door and quickly went to the sink turning on the faucet. Praying that if I splashed water on my face it would help clear my head.

Would help wake me up.

But I don't want to wake up. Don't wake me up. I heard a part of me say.

"Ugh stop acting like Chris Brown," I told myself.

I splashed water on my face and sighed, finally relaxing once the liquid hit my face.

Unfortunately for me, in that relaxation I accidentally let him enter my mind.

His hair

"His hair."

His eyes

"His eyes."

His lips

"His lips...." I whispered. "I want to kiss those lips."

I didn't realize I was moving until my hand was on the door, about to push it so I could fulfill my want.

Fulfill my need.

"Argh, No!" I groaned, shaking my head.

I sighed.

This is a mess.

And I don't even know how it started.