Spain X Reader- Do He Got Da Booty? (Quickie)
(f/n)- Friend’s name
A/N- Like, one cuss word. Oh, and also, this is like really short and quick and something that I just … threw up. No, not literally. XD
Btw, mes beautés means ‘my lovelies’ in French. Get used to it, because that’s what I call you guys~! *tackle hugs everyone* ;w;
You and (f/n) were sitting next to each other in your class. Antonio, your best friend and crush, sat in the desk directly in front of you, which gave you a great view of his back.
(F/n) had known about your crush on Toni since the beginning, which a lot of times she/he would always hint it to the very oblivious Spaniard. You found it hard to believe that Toni could seriously be that oblivious. She/he was practically screaming, “(NAME) LOVES YOU!”.
Anyways, here you were, working quietly on an assignment that your teacher gave you. ‘Hand it in when you were done,’ she said, ‘it’s easier on all us.’ Yeah… Yeah right. Not everyone likes to get out of their chair and show off their butt to everyone. Though, you certainly did enjoy the view of Toni’s butt. Who didn’t? It was just perfect.
Right, Toni stood up and started to walk up to the front. You and your friend leaned towards each other, watching his bottom.
“Do he got da booty?” your friend asked, nudging you.
“He doooo~!” you whispered back. Suddenly, Toni glanced at you over his shoulder with a bright red blush on his face. You turned back to your paper, an equally bright blush on your face. He flashed a pearly white smile at you and turned back to look at the teacher, who was currently looking at his paper. She dismissed him quickly, not even bothering to question why his face was as red as his precious tomatoes. He briskly walked back to his seat and sat down. He scribbled down something on a slip of paper and pretended to yawn and stretch, holding the flimsy paper in one hand. He let it drop out of his hand and flutter down to your desk. You subtly grabbed it and looked at it.
‘You think I have a nice ass?’ was what was written down in neat writing. You wrote down a quick ‘maybe’ on the paper and slid it onto Toni’s shoulder. This was how you always passed notes. Sometimes, he would pretend to stretch and let go of the small slip of paper, or slide it onto his shoulder and pretend to scratch. You, on the other hand, would slide into his shoulder, whereas he would pretend to scratch. The teacher never noticed these subtle acts, but your friend always did, where she/he would giggle silently and wiggle her/his eyebrows.
Another note fell onto your desk, still from Toni.
‘Meet me outside of school today, K?’
The rest is up to you, mes beautés!