Suggestive Love: A 100 Themed Drabbles
By: afallenblackrose
Author's Notes: Thanks everyone for the reviews! Here's a new set!
37.
Pocketknife
Words: 274
He only caught a quick glimpse of it, but from what he could see it took him for a loop. Before he could take another glance to make sure what he was seeing was in fact real, Serena had shoved it back into the pocket of her uniform skirt. His mind instantly began to go into overtime. What could Serena be doing with one of those? But was it really one of those? He thought about the shape, it was circular almost like one of those, and it was compact enough to be one of those. By what would possess her to have it in her pocket? Unless…no, he couldn't help but think, there was no way a sixteen year old needed to do that in public. Throwing caution to the wind, and to ease his disturbed mind he shouted out.
"What's that you got in your pocket, Meatball Head?"
The blonde turned around and shot him a glowering look for using her detested nickname. But she answered him anyway, by pulling the object out.
"It's just my pocketknife, Jerk," she replied. "Am I not allowed to carry one of these around or something?"
Relief instantly fled Darien, even though a part of him also began to chastise himself for thinking the worst of his Meatball Head. But he couldn't give up the opportunity to make fun of her.
"Considering how much of a klutz you are, Meatball Head? It should be a crime for you to carry one of those around. I don't need you to hurt yourself." He turned and waved before walking away. Leaving behind a blushing teenager in his wake.