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Crush (Angelo Dalton x F!Reader)
Pairing: Angelo Dalton x F!Reader) Category: Fluff/Angst Tags/Warnings: Depictions of Social Anxiety, Insecurity, "Secret" Crushes, Mutual Pining/Yearning, Slow-ish Burn, Swearing, Public Humiliation, Slight Nudity (No Sex), Implied Masturbation, Suggestive Content, Bullying/Teasing, Slight Incel Behavior, Fantasizing Word Count: 4.9k+
Summary: Angelo has been obsessing crushing on you for some time now. When the two of you are paired up for a project in art class, his resolve to not act on his urges comes to a breaking point. A/N: Hello lovely! Thank you so much for your kind words. 😊 I hope you enjoy!
Angelo continued to doodle in his sketch book as the art teacher, Mr. Garcia, rambled on about some guy named Francisco Goya and some weirdo eating his son. He never really paid attention during the lectures, opting to instead draw characters from his favorite anime, A-Chan Days. Angelo lost all respect for the art teacher when he declared that anime “wasn’t art”.
“He’s not as enlightened as I am, none of these losers are,” he thought. Well, everyone here was a loser in his eyes…except for you. You were the only person in any of his classes who gave a damn about talking to him. Him, the so-called “incel” (not that he denied the term or anything). God, you were so pretty, too pretty to be talking to a guy like him. As his thoughts began to wander more towards you, he glanced up from his sketchbook. His heart skipped a beat when he saw you, your hair perfectly framing your face as you wrote along with the teacher’s lecture. You were pretty, studious, creative…the list could go on.
Angelo sighed, nearly dropping his pencil as he snapped his head up when the teacher turned the lights back on. The crotchety man cleared his throat as he stood at the podium.
“Alright, for your next assignment, you’ll be split up into pairs and do portraits of your classmate,” the teacher rumbled. Angelo wrinkled his nose as he rolled his eyes.
“Please, as if anyone can capture my likeness,” he muttered to himself with a snort. His ears didn’t perk up until he heard the teacher announce your name…along with his own. Angelo dragged the pencil across his sketchbook, his heart racing as his head began to feel dizzy. The two of you locked eyes immediately, a warm, gentle smile gracing your glowing features. He gulped, his cheeks burning red as the teacher’s voice became a mere echo in the distance.
Holy shit…he was going to draw you!
“Go meet with your peers and discuss how you’re going to draw each other. It can be here at school or you can meet outside - just as long as you turn in a portrait by next Friday,” Mr. Garcia groaned. Angelo swallowed thickly, his mind reeling at the fact that he could possibly be visiting your home. He watched as you rose from your seat and glided over towards him, the artificial lights dancing off of you and making you glow like an angel.
“Hi,” you smiled and tucked some hair behind your ear. Angelo gripped his sketchbook, his knuckles turning white.
“H-Hey,” he managed to squeak out. Your grin remained as you tilted your head.
“I saw you drawing during the lecture. Mind if I see?” you asked. Oh God. Angelo hesitated before flipping his sketchbook around. You hummed as your eyes scanned the page.
“Oh! That’s Kiriko-chan from A-Chan Days!” you beamed. Angelo’s jaw dropped.
“You-You watch A-Chan Days?!” he shrieked. You laughed and nodded before looking around. You leaned close, so close your warm breath tickled his ear.
“I think Mr. Garcia’s stance on anime ‘not being real art’ is total bull,” you whispered. His eyes widened as he snorted out a laugh.
“Yeah, it’s total bullshit. I mean just think of all the classics - Akira, Berserk…there’s just so many,” he said and ran a hand through his thick, greasy hair. Your smile grew as you gave a short nod.
“I personally like Studio Ghibli movies, but I agree. It’s not fair to crap on a project when so many people put their time and effort into it,” you waved your hand. Angelo’s eyes lit up. If it was even possible to fall for you even more, then this was it.
“Yeah, totally,” he beamed. A short pause lingered between the two of you. “Uh, so your place or mine-” his eyes widened. “For the project I mean,” Angelo quickly clarified. You giggled, your dangling earrings bouncing as you did so.
“I got you. Hmm, well how far do you live? My house is just a few blocks from here. Maybe we can go after school?” you suggested. His heart nearly stopped as he clutched the sketchbook in his hands.
“Yeah, I live on the other side of town,” he confessed and rubbed the back of his head. “So, um, your place then,” he said with a nervous smile. He could feel sweat starting to bead on his forehead, quickly wiping it away with the sleeve of his shirt.
“Great! Maybe you can draw me like one of your French girls,” you giggled and winked. Angelo paused and pursed his lips.
“Uh…what?” he blinked. You chuckled.
“Oh, I’m just being silly. It’s from the movie Titanic, one of the characters is an artist and the other says that line,” you explained. His brows furrowed.
“Titanic…isn’t that movie like a chick-flick or something?” he asked. You laughed and gave a short nod.
“Yeah, but I like to quote that line a lot,” you shrugged. Angelo huffed out a small laugh before he closed his sketchbook.
“So, I’ll meet you after school then?” he asked. You grinned.
“Yeah! How about we meet by the flag pole?” you suggested. His eyes lingered on your perfect lips before he shook his head.
“Y-Yeah, sounds good,” he eventually replied.
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Angelo kicked a few rocks as he waited for you by the flag pole. The California sun baked the earth below, the sweat of his pits soaking through his white shirt as he silently cursed.
“Hey!” your voice called. He whipped his head around as he went to lean on the pole…only to miss it by a few inches. Angelo cursed as he stumbled before quickly catching himself. “Oh my gosh! Are you okay?” you gasped. He cleared his throat as he straightened his spine.
“Y-Yeah! I’m great,” he said, successfully leaning against the pole this time. You looked even better out in the sunlight, your clothes perfectly hugging your body as he drank you in. You stopped just a few feet away from him, your perfume filling his nostrils as he took a deep whiff.
“Are you ready to head out?” you asked as you held the straps of your backpack. Angelo blinked several times before giving a quick nod.
“Yep, good to go,” he spoke quickly, a faint blush still dusting his cheeks. You offered him a gentle smile before the two of you began to walk towards your home. Silence remained between the two of you, the sounds of birds chirping and cars passing by filling the empty space. “So, uh, what’s your favorite episode of A-Chan Days?” Angelo spoke up, quietly cursing as his voice cracked in the middle of his sentence. You hummed and pursed your lips, Angelo’s thoughts quickly wandering to how good it would feel to kiss your soft, luscious mouth.
“Hmm, I think the episode where Akiri’s brother is caught wearing a girl’s school uniform was pretty funny,” you giggled. Your response broke him away from his thoughts, taking a few moments for him to process your words.
“Hm? Um, yeah, that was hilarious,” he chuckled. The two of you paused at a crosswalk, your hands nearly brushing against one another as Angelo bit the inside of his cheek. The urge to hold your hand overwhelmed him, his mind racing with the scenario of the two of you walking on the beach, your hands intertwined with each other as you giggled and laughed.
“How about you?” you suddenly asked, the sign blinking for both of you to walk forward. Angelo shook his head.
“What about me?” he replied as you two walked across the street. You giggled again, your hair dancing in the wind.
“What’s your favorite A-Chan Days episode?” you questioned. Oh man, where to even begin?
“Well, I think the series is pretty top tier overall. It has comedy, drama…overall a perfect slice-of-life, y’know?” he said with a smirk. “I think it would be unfair to choose a favorite out of all of them,” Angelo added. You grinned as the two of you approached a set of condos.
“I can see that,” you replied, your hand brushing over his. A spark of glee flashed through him as his heart skipped a beat. “Well, here we are,” you hummed as you rounded the corner. Angelo gazed at your home, a nice condo with several colorful yard decorations out front.
“Cute,” he murmured with a small smile. The two of you headed inside, the cool air a nice reprieve from the blazing heat outside. Angelo looked around, the walls decorated with family pictures and some of your artwork. He leaned closer, admiring a drawing you created of a vase of flowers. He knew you were an artist, but he didn’t realize you were this talented.
“Oh, that’s a piece I made for an art show a few years ago,” you said as you set your backpack down. Angelo smiled as he did the same.
“I hope you won. You’re-You’re really talented,” he said, his cheeks starting to flush pink again. You gave a sheepish smile and rubbed your neck.
“Thank you, that’s very kind of you to say,” you grinned. Angelo beamed, his whole face starting to grow hotter by the second. “Oh! Would you like anything to drink? We have water, some soda, milk,” you began to list off drinks.
“You got any Mountain Dew?” he asked. Your eyes lit up as you nodded.
“Mhm! Go on ahead and find a seat, I’ll be right back,” you said as you shuffled into the kitchen. Angelo smiled, imagining you in a sweet, little apron as you went to fetch his drink. How cute you would be, getting him pizza rolls and Mountain Dew while he played games on his computer. He blinked and quickly shook his head before finding a seat on the couch. He heard you crack open a can before stepping back into the living room. Angelo noticed the sway of your hips as you walked, his chest overwhelmed with a fluttering feeling as sat beside him. His breath hitched as he shakily took the soda from you.
“T-Thanks,” he murmured and took a sip, the cool, bubbly liquid rushing down his throat as he gulped. He sighed and set it down on a coaster nearby. You rubbed your hands over your legs before patting them in a steady rhythm.
“So, I was thinking that maybe we could go out to the back patio and draw? I can pose first if you want,” you offered with that soft smile of yours. Angelo hummed and gave a small nod, his heart beating wildly at the chance to actually draw you. But wait…what if he totally fucked it up? What if he makes your nose too big or eyes too far apart? What if, what if- “Angelo? You okay?” you asked with concern woven into your features. He blinked.
“Huh? Y-Yeah, the patio sounds good,” he cleared his throat and picked up his soda again, taking a few big swigs. “So, uh, shall we?” Angelo asked as he held his hand out. The second you met his gaze and slipped your hand into his own, he felt his knees nearly knock together. He gave you a nervous smile, and while he was afraid you would find his hands too hot and clammy, his fears were pacified as you gave it a gentle squeeze. “L-Lead the way,” he nodded. After grabbing your all’s art supplies, you lead him to the back of your home. His eyes drifted down your body, from your shoulders all the way down to your swaying ass. He squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head.
“Here we are!” you sang in a happy tone as you slid the door open. Angelo looked up to see a shaded, concrete patio with vivid furniture perched at every corner. He slid into a chair adjacent to the swinging bench, his hands trembling against his sketchbook.
“I guess I’ll, um, draw you like a French girl or something,” he snorted as he opened up his book. You giggled and adjusted yourself on the bench, your body swaying with the furniture as you laid on your side. His breath hitched when he saw your breasts push together, your cleavage showing past the collar of your shirt.
“How’s this?” you asked as you laid an arm on your other side, your knees slightly curling up as you gave him a relaxed smile. Angelo fought the urge to bite his lip as he covered his crotch with his sketchbook.
“Uh, you’re fine-I mean, your pose is fine,” he mentally slapped himself as his leg began to bounce. You chuckled softly - God, he could endlessly listen to that sound on repeat. Angelo licked his lips as he set his drink aside and took a deep breath. “Right, guess I’ll start,” he said and flipped over to a blank page. He slapped his hand on his knee to make him stop bouncing his leg. He inhaled sharply through his nose before putting the pencil to his paper. Angelo began to draw an oblong shape before tracing cross-like lines over where your ‘face’ would be. He slightly poked his tongue out as you breathed, your chest rising and falling. Angelo felt the tip of his ears burn as he desperately tried to not solely focus on your breasts, his grip on his pencil growing tight.
“Do you like any other anime besides A-Chan Days?” you suddenly asked. He paused his sketching before humming softly.
“Well, I like the classics, y’know?” he replied as he began to draw the outline of your body. “Trigun, Cowboy Bebop, Yu Yu Hakusho,” Angelo rambled off a few as he drew the curve of your hip. “How about you? You said you like Studio Ghibli, right?” he asked, shifting his gaze between you and the paper. You smiled and moved to scratch your chin.
“Yep! I love Kiki’s Delivery Service, I actually cosplayed as her at Anime Expo last year,” your eyes lit up. He nearly pushed his graphite into the page, his mind wandering to the image of you in a cute witch outfit.
“That’s…that’s cool,” he said with a small grin, resuming his drawing.
“Have you ever cosplayed before?” you asked as he traced out the shapes for your feet and hands. His brows knit together.
“Nah, I’ve also never been to a convention,” he shrugged before taking another sip of his Mountain Dew. You nodded slowly, your knee sliding down ever so slightly.
“It’s a lot of fun. Maybe we can go together sometime,” you grinned. His eyes widened as he nearly dropped his sketchbook.
“You…you want to go to a convention? With me?” Angelo gawked. You giggled.
“Of course! I love going to conventions, especially with friends,” you beamed. He felt like he was walking on air right now. You just called him your friend. His dopey grin remained as he finished the outline of your body, thoughts of the two of you cosplaying and walking around the convention together filling him with a sense of bliss.
“Yeah, that’ll be fun,” he said, sharing your grin. The rest of the evening was filled with the two of you sharing banter and laughs. It wasn’t long before he cracked his knuckles and stretched his arms above his head.
“Can I see?” you asked curiously as you took a sip of water. Angelo tensed, his shoulders arching against his neck as he sucked in a sharp breath.
“U-Um, I-I don’t think it’s…” his voice trailed off as his gaze fell into his lap. You cooed and got up from your seat, sitting in the chair beside him.
“Hey, it’s okay. I promise I won’t judge,” you reassured him. Angelo gulped, his heart hammering against his sternum as he slowly turned the sketchbook over. Your eyes widened as you gasped. “Oh wow-I love it,” you smiled sweetly as you looked it over. Angelo’s eyes grew wide as his jaw nearly dropped.
“Y-You do?” he asked with a hopeful smile. He drank in your bright grin as he looked between you and the drawing. “You don’t think it’s too stylized do you?” he said with a wary look in his eyes. You glanced up, sliding the sketchbook back into his hands.
“I think it being stylized is what makes it so unique. Mr. Garcia might care about something looking ‘realistic’, but I think you’re really talented,” you said. Your praise made a small giggled bubble up from his throat as he gave you a wide grin.
“T-Thanks, (Y/N),” he said. You gave a small nod before he closed his book. “I, uh, I guess I should get going. Don’t want my mom to worry,” Angelo spoke quickly as he shoved his sketchbook into his beaten-up backpack. Your smile faltered a bit, the sun having dipped past the horizon as the sound of crickets hummed through the humid air.
“Right, I don’t want to keep you,” you said as you stood up and dusted off your pants. Angelo wanted to stay, more than anything. He wanted to hold you and kiss you, to see the rest of your home. To be buried in your sweet, tight-
“Um, are you hungry? My parents are out of town, but I have some leftovers,” you offered. Angelo grunted as he nearly slapped himself.
“Keep it together, Dalton,” he hissed internally.
“Uh…I got a thing,” he lied through his teeth as he slung his backpack over his bony shoulder. You gave an understanding smile as you led him back into your home.
“Well, it was good seeing you. We should hang out like this more often,” you said, your hand gracing his lower back as you showed him to the door. Angelo shuddered at the simple contact of your palm against his shirt.
“Y-Yeah, definitely,” he said, his eyes falling back to your lips. He swiped his tongue over his braces before biting the inside of his cheek. “S-See ya later, I guess,” Angelo mumbled. His eyebrows shot up when he felt your lips caress his cheek, his heart nearly stopping then and there. You chuckled and bit your lip as you pulled back, his heartbeat hammering in his ears.
“See you later, Angelo,” you said. He felt frozen to the floor, his legs refusing to move as he clumsily felt for the doorknob.
“R-Right. See ya,” he stammered before nearly falling face-first onto the front porch. Angelo stumbled out onto the pavement, his feet carrying him forward but his mind far from where he walked. He couldn’t believe it - the most creative, smart, and kind girl in school just kissed his cheek! He waited for you to close the door before he pumped his fist into the air.
“Yes! Yes! Yes!” he grinned and slammed his fists towards the sky. To say he was giddy on the bus ride home would’ve been an understatement. He couldn’t wipe the grin from his face, his mom immediately taking notice as he stepped inside.
“Hi Angie! How was school today?” she asked, looking up from her magazine. He sighed softly as he kicked off his shoes.
“Good, great,” he shrugged with that dopey grin of his. His mom smiled and glanced at him through her readers.
“I made you your favorite - meatloaf and mac and cheese. I figured you’d be hungry after drawing your girlfriend today,” she hummed. He paused, his face turning a bright shade of red.
“M-Mom! She’s not my girlfriend,” he huffed with a prominent pout. She giggled.
“Oops, I’m sorry, honey. I just assumed,” his mom sighed. He grumbled as he slipped into the kitchen to heat up leftovers, the feeling of your kiss against his cheek still lingering after all this time. The rest of the night was a blur, eating dinner, trying (and failing) to do his homework, and slipping into bed. Angelo tossed and turned, his mind reeling with the thought of your tender kiss. He bit his lip as he turned on his lamp and jumped out of bed. He flipped open his sketchbook, turning to the page with the drawing of you on it.
His leg bounced beneath his desk as he turned to the next page. The image of you in a more…suggestive pose flashed through his mind. He gulped, desire growing deep within his stomach as he began to draw. He panted heavily as he thought about you in full detail - the swell of your breasts, the curves of your hips...that sacred space between your beautiful thighs. Angelo swallowed thickly as he gazed at the naked picture before him, a familiar tightness growing in his pants as he cursed under his breath.
“Damnit,” he groaned, biting his lip before dipping his hand beneath his boxers.
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Angelo was so busy trying to pry a book from his messy, stuffed locker that he didn’t even realize that T-Bone was looming behind him.
“Well well, what do we have here? Fancy yourself an artist, huh?” the taller man smirked as he plucked his sketchbook from his bag.
“H-Hey!” Angelo whined as he whipped his head around. T-Bone snorted as he flipped through the pages, scanning over the countless images of characters from A-Chan Days. “Give it back!” Angelo said before T-Bone raised it above his head.
“Nah, something tells me you’ve got something good in here,” he snickered. Angelo jumped helplessly before T-Bone turned his back to him. He froze when his bully made a small grunt. “Well if it isn’t (Y/N) - au natural,” T-Bone laughed loudly. A few students nearby began to perk their heads up and look their way.
“S-Shut up. That’s private y’know!” Angelo sneered as his face turned cherry red. And then his heat nearly dropped into his ass when he saw you walk around the corner. T-Bone glanced up, his smirk deepening as he waved at you.
“Hey, (Y/N)! I’ve got a surprise for-” his eyes widened when Angelo rushed him, slamming him against the lockers. It all seemed to happen in slow motion - the sketchbook falling out of T-Bone’s hands and sliding over to your feet. A mortified squeak rose from Angelo’s throat when he watched your eyes widen.
“NO!” he screamed internally as your jaw dropped. Angelo scrambled over without thinking, sputtering out a mess of apologies and obscenities as he snatched his book. There was no going back - you saw it, saw the result of his perversion for you.
“Angelo?” you finally spoke. He couldn’t look you in the eye, his entire body covered in goosebumps as he clutched the book to his chest. Before he could speak, he heard you sniffle.
“(Y/N), wait!” he called out and reached for you. But it was too late - you were already rushing down the hall with your face buried in your hands. He felt a bitter taste wash over his mouth as he snarled at T-Bone.
“Aw, that’s a shame,” the larger man chuckled with a devious smirk. Before he knew it, Angelo curled his fists in T-Bone’s shirt and pushed him against the lockers. A girl nearby yelped as T-Bone’s eyes widened. “What are you gonna do, half-pint? Punch me? Go ahead, everyone’s watching,” he snickered. Angelo growled as he glared at the other man.
“You selfish asshole! I finally had something going right, and if you didn’t mess with my sketchbook then-“
“Then what? You’d continue to have your little jerk-fest while (Y/N) remained in the dark?” T-Bone retorted. Angelo clenched his jaw as he screamed.
“Shut up!” he shouted at the top of his lungs, his fists still shaking against T-Bone’s chest. He blinked in surprise when he felt a pair of hands rip him away from the bully. It was Mr. Garcia, the older man’s dark, bushy brows furrowed as his nostrils flared.
Uh-oh.
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Angelo sighed as he slumped in his chair. He didn’t expect detention - after all, T-Bone started it. But no, he got off the hook while Angelo was sentenced to do some time after school. The gym teacher yawned as he scrolled on his phone, the other students doing little to heed to his warnings of ‘stay put and stay quiet’. Angelo grumbled as he ran a hand over his face, his leg incessantly bouncing beneath the rickety desk while two students made out behind him.
Minutes seem to stretch into hours as Angelo stared at the blank page before him. He tapped his eraser against it, the scene of you running away playing in his head on an endless, torturing loop. Angelo cringed as he scratched the side of his face, his heart racing and leg bouncing even faster. God, he wanted to take it all back, to somehow rewind time so he never even drew that picture in the first place. He held his pencil in a death grip as an idea popped into his head.
Maybe he could write an apology letter to you.
“Yeah…yeah!” he whispered loudly.
“Dalton, lower your voice,” the gym teacher huffed. Angelo lowered his head before he began writing down his thoughts.
The Next Day…
Angelo’s throat felt tight when he stepped past the threshold of the art classroom. His heart thrummed in his ears when he spotted your spot at one of the long tables. Perfect: your seat was empty. He grabbed the letter from his messy backpack, the paper crinkled as he laid it on your spot.
“Angelo?” your voice asked from behind. He tensed and slowly turned his head, his eyes widening when he saw you all dolled up in a cute dress.
“O-Oh hey (Y/N)! I was just, uh, um-“ he fumbled with his words. Your brows furrowed as you shifted in place. “I was just, uh-“ his throat grew tight before he snatched the letter and handed it to you. Your sharp gaze softened as you took the paper, your eyes scanning the messily written text. Angelo waited with bated breath, his hands shoved into his jeans pockets as he swallowed thickly.
He watched as your expression turned even more gentle before you looked up and took a deep breath.
“Thank you,” you said and handed the letter back to him. His eyes lit up as he gave a vigorous nod.
“Y-Yeah, no problem,” he said with an awkward grin. You rubbed your arm and nodded towards the smaller room reserved for ceramics. His back straightened as he looked around before following you. His hands grew clammy inside his pockets as you flicked the light on and stood mere inches away from him.
“You didn’t show that drawing to T-Bone on purpose, right?” you whispered softly. Angelo scoffed as his eyes widened.
“Are you kidding me? Hell no; that asshole stole my sketchbook and flipped through it,” he huffed. You nodded slowly, your breasts nearly pushing against his chest.
“Okay,” you simply said. Angelo gulped and nodded.
“Okay,” he breathed, his hands aching to grab your hips and pull you flush against him. A heavy quiet lingered between the two of you as you rubbed your arms.
“Why’d you draw it?” you asked after a long, pregnant pause. He froze, his blood running cold.
“Well, you see-I just-I-“ he balled his hands into tight fists as he took a deep breath. His eyes flicked up to meet yours before darting back down to his untied shoes. “I…I like you, like a lot,” Angelo confessed, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed. You raised your eyebrows before a small smile fell over your features.
“I know,” you said with a shrug. He nearly choked on his spit.
“Wh-You do?!” he yelped and stumbled back a bit. You giggled and nodded.
“Yeah,” you said before tucking your bottom lip beneath your teeth. “And I…I like you, too,” you said. Angelo couldn’t believe what he was hearing, his head starting to spin as his lips curled up into a wide grin. Without a second thought, he leaned forward, his body pressed against yours as he captured your lips in a slow, tender kiss. He closed his eyes and heard you squeal as your hands fell onto his chest, his heart hammering beneath your warm palms. Angelo soon gasped and pulled back, panting heavily.
“Shit, sorry, I-“ his voice grew muffled as you kissed him back. He blinked several times before sliding his hands down to your hips. He was completely enraptured in a state of pure bliss; the feeling of your warm, soft lips against his making something stir deep inside his chest. Angelo eventually pulled back for air, his pupils blown wide as he let out a few ragged breaths.
“You’re incredible,” he beamed and slid his hands down to your ass. You gasped and ducked your head into the crook of his neck as he gave your bum a supple squeeze.
“Angelo,” you laughed, your lips dancing over his pulse.
“What is going on here?!” Mr. Garcia’s voice bellowed. You gasped as Angelo’s hands quickly fell back to his sides. He gave the teacher a sheepish smile.
“Uh, n-nothing. We’re just talking about our project,” he stammered out. The teacher narrowed his eyes.
“I know what I saw. Detention for the two of you after school,” the older man huffed and pointed towards the long tables. A pang of guilt stung in Angelo’s chest when he saw your smile fall.
“Sorry,” he whispered while Mr. Garcia marched back into the main art room. His heart fluttered when you wove your fingers with his, giving his hand a gentle squeeze.
“It’s okay,” you whispered back and kissed his cheek. He shared your smile as the two of you headed back into the main classroom. Even though he had detention again, he knew that everything would be okay.
Because now, he had you.
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