Getting locked in a locker by the jerk-hammer that was kicking the shut outta him was something Dee kinda expected would happen; but being stuck in a locker with you, his crush, wasn’t what he was expecting.

Now Dee had to try to act calm despite inwardly freaking out over the fact he kept brushing up against you in the small 8’’ x 8’’ box you were confined in. Every time you rubbed against him his face would get more red and his stomach would flutter more.

God help the poor boy- he won’t last long like this-