Don't Wink at Me: LevixReader

Please Don’t Wink at me: LevixReader

CAREFUL! THERE IS CURSING IN HERE!!!!



“Jean…” groaned as you plopped your head on the cafeteria table. “As much as I love hearing about your sex life, I’m going to need you to stop.”

He laughed in response, “Sorry, Marco’s just….amazing.”

“So I’ve heard…in way too much detail.” You playfully punched his shoulder before getting up and throwing away your trash. “But anyway, back to my original questions. Are you and Marco going out for the big V day?”

“Vday?” he asked confused.

“Valentines day, you idiot.” You sped up as the two of you walked out of the cafeteria.

“Oh, yeah. Haha, we’ll probably just go to the movies and bring each other’s gifts.” Before he even finished his statement he wiggled his eyebrows in a too familiar fashion. He means they’ll do it.

In response, you just sighed. Jean and Marco have been a power couple since your freshman year. You didn’t really mind their lovey-dovey nature, but honestly, they just reminded you of how you never had a partner. Not that you were desperate.

“Do you have anything going on?” Jean nudged your shoulder, knowing that you were spacing out on him.

“Oh yeah…I’ve got an orgy set up everyday this week…” you said, the sarcasm running strong.

Jean just scoffed then smiled as he looked at the horrified face of one unfortunate girl that overheard your conversation.

The rest of the walk to your classroom was silent until jean waved goodbye then ran to his own class. Slowly you glided into your desk letting your books make a bit too loud of a sound since the teacher wasn’t in the room to yell at you.

One-by-one other students piled in and as each did a sense of dread grew stronger. This class. You can’t even. Don’t get me wrong, the fascinating world of advanced Pre-Calculus is quite the adventure with matrices, vectors, eccentricity, and the all too amazing polar coordinates and conic sections. It was just the people in the class.

To your right was the class’ young genius that asks way too make complicated questions that you didn’t need to know the answer to, to your left…a snoring kid that some how made their way into the advanced class. Behind you? Ah yes your favorite person…the drummer. Not like that good kind, this guy was the guy that would implode if he couldn’t constantly shake something… and more often than not…that something was his leg…on your chair…My God.

Scattered around the room were some actually decent people, but they all keep their heads down trying to jot down all the notes and hope not to fail out of the class. In the front? The pompous asshole, aka the teacher’s pet/ class clown/ idiot that you couldn’t stand. But then again, all these people are what makes a class a class right?

The one special fact about this class that no other class has… is that 90% of this class is MALE. Ahh yes, why, you may ask, is that a bad thing? Cause guys make you nervous…with the exception of your friend Jean. Girls in general were nicer and don’t put as much pressure on you to not mess up. It’s just easier with more girls around.  Guys just stare and wait for something embarrassing to happen, plus since you’re attracted to guys… you’re just embarrassed when one even makes eye contact.

This one time the kid to your left dropped his pencil, being the saint you are, you picked it up. And oh god… when you went to hand it to him he just gave your this big smile and said THANKS. Oh my god, he even touched your hand. And you being you… just fucked up in talking. Instead of “ You’re Welcome” you said…well nothing…just some weird noise came out.

You sighed as the teacher came in and started taking role. This class will just gives you unnecessary stress, but it goes on anyway.

The next day you were met with a bright looking Jean.

“What are you all giddy about? Did you have a quicky in the bathroom or something?” You asked jokingly, but wouldn’t have been surprised if he actually did.

“As if we would do that in school… Okay fine we probably would, but we didn’t.” Jean let out a jolly laugh and ran his hand through his hair. “We moved seats today in Math and I got to sit next to Marco.” Jean’s eyes were lit up like a child on his birthday.

“You’re such a dork…I hope you know that.” You scoffed and playfully pushed him. “Are all the classes changing seats?” you asked hopefully since your current arrangement was....not great.

“Yup! When you walk into the room teach has your names on the desks. Broski doesn’t waste time.” Jean cringed once he realized he said broski. “Anyway, see you at the end of the day, and have fun learning about…math.”

Instead of replying you let out a groan and walked into your class. You quickly found your seat in the middle of the first row. Not too bad of a seat, you guessed. Since there was no row of desks to your right, that means less people to be around. After settling into your seat you were about to see who sat next to you until a hand covered the paper with the name. Looking up you locked eyes with Levi. Fuck….it had to be Levi, of course. Gorgeous Levi…

With his ever emotionless face, he gave you a slight head nod as a hello and your face just flushed. Somehow you managed to mumble a “hey..” But you didn’t think he heard you. Not knowing what to do you just sat on your hands and waited for something to happen in the basically empty class room.

“Are we early or something? Why the fuck is no one here yet?” Levi asked in a monotone mumble.

He probably said that to himself, but you were about to reply when interrupted by whining. The teacher walked in with a hoard of students, all of them complaining about moving seats.

“Found them…” he scoffed. “Such babies…Oh no the world is ending now you’re 10 feet away from your friends. How dare he…” The sarcasm was dripping from his voice and your couldn’t help but giggle a bit.

You found it unusual that Levi was talking. Usually he never does…or maybe he just wasn’t loud enough for anyone to hear his sarcastic side comments. He continued this through the rest of the class. He made side remarks on stupid questions, mocked the teacher, and said the correct answer to you while the rest of the class struggled to figure it out. In return, you didn’t really say much... or couldn’t say much. Maybe it was the fear of getting caught talking, or you just didn’t know what to say. All in all…you just chuckled and smiled to show that you were listening and really enjoying his comments. It made this boring class bearable.


The rest of the week continued like this. Slowly, you started to make your own comments and Levi would sometimes crack a smile or scoff which made your heart leap a bit. He found what you had to say funny, not annoying. Thank God…


“So what are you doing this Saturday?” Levi asked one day before class started.

You blinked in surprise for a bit because you never really talked, just commented on the class together.

“Hey, reply.”

“Oh…Uhh. S-sorry. I’m not doing anything. Why?”

“Wanna do something? I don’t know what yet though.”

His constant eye contact made you squirm in your seat a bit so you looked down at your hands. “Umm…” you paused for a second trying to come up with something.

“If you want to do something just leave that day open, okay?”

You looked up and he winked at you, ruining whatever you just thought of what to say. He then turned around and face forward as if nothing happenened, although you could have sworn that you saw a faint pink color on the tips of his ears.

The rest of the class you were too focused on hiding your blush and running that scenario repeatedly in your head. You cursed yourself for not answering. And did he just ask you out??? Or was he just being friendly and meant he wanted to hand out with you…as a friend… You didn’t know.

As the last bell rang, Levi got up and left before you could say something…again. Your eyes followed him, right when he was about to walk through the door; he paused, looked at you, and winked again …with a smile. Fuck, that was attractive…


You practically ran to where Jean usually waits for you and told him everything that happened.

“Haha, look at you getting some ass!” he said with a  proud smile.

“Jean! I don’t even know if he means a date or just hang out like friends. That’s why I’m asking you!”

Jean looked at you with a funny expression for a bit. “You do know what this Saturday is right?”

Confused you shook your head… “The fourteenth?”

“Yes…and….” He coaxed.

“And that’s tomorrow???” you said unsure with what he was getting at.

“Oh my fucking god….” Jean said exasperated. “You are missing a very big point here. How flustered are you?”

“Very! I just told you why!”

Jean just continued to shake his head and called over Marco.

“Hey.” Marco greeted.

“Hey babe, why don’t you tell dense here what this Saturday is.” Jean said burying his face in Marco’s neck, obviously done with you.

“You mean our special Valentines date?” Marco asked confused.

Immediately, you understood. “I got asked out on a date…HOLY SHIT LEVI ASKED ME OUT ON A DATE!”

“Finally…took you a while.” Jean said uninterested in this conversation. He turned his attention to Marco and left you to finally understand your situation.

In the midst of freaking out, you spotted Levi from across the hall. You guessed he could see the revelation on your face and he laughed with a big grin. A blushed covered your ears and you tried to look somewhere else. Hoping he left, you looked back up just in time to catch him wink and walk away.

You covered your face with your hands, “Oh my god, please don’t wink at me.”