Do You Want Me To Flirt With You Or Not?

"So...Do you need me for anything?" I enquired.

"Why do you ask that?" She asked with her eyebrow raised.

"Why do I ask that, you ask...Well, you did call me by my name, as if you wanted to talk to me about something. Or is it that you called someone else in this class named Luca?" I said, looking a little confused.

"Oh right!" She jumped up a little in shock and exclaimed, as if she recalled why she called me "I totally forgot about that."

"I was so engrossed in our conversation, that I even forgot why I came here." She then looked at me with a slightly dissatisfied look on her face, and murmured. "And it's mostly because of you and your weird antics, that I forgot."

Her cheeks puffed up a little, and she pouted, which was quite adorable to see.

"So for what matter did you call me for?...Do you still remember, or have you forgotten it completely, after talking to me?" I teased her, which made her pout even more and glare at me.

"I do. I definitely do!" She emphasized and then looked at me with a sly smile and said

"...Unlike someone who forgot me, even though we just met a few days ago and made me reintroduce myself."

She harumphed and looked like she wanted me to grovel down and apologize for my mistake.

"Do you really not want to slap my face?" I asked, wondering if she actually had a grudge for forgetting her.

"Not really...But maybe I would like to sometime in the future, since looking at your face for some reason makes me want to flick your forehead, and wipe that smug off your face." 

She smiled and seemed to be joking with me, which made my relationship jump from a classmate that she just met, to someone she was comfortable enough to make jokes with.

"Oh right!" 

As if she just realised that she still hadn't told me why she called me, she quickly said, as if she was scared she would forget a second time, if she delayed it any longer 

"The reason I called you, doesn't have to do anything with me. Someone outside the classroom wanted you to come out and meet them, so they asked me to call you out."

"They're probably still waiting for you, even though they requested that I call you, a while back. So, I think it would be better to quickly see who it is, without making them wait any longer than they should."

She said as she glanced at the door in the opposite corner of the classroom, worrying that they had already left, after waiting for so long and not seeing me come out.

"Someone's looking for me?"

Could it to be...

Has the first encounter finally come?

"Is the person a boy or a girl?" I immediately asked Lucille.

"Why do you want to know that?" Lucille looked at me suspiciously, wondering why I would ask such a strange question.

"Well, if it's a boy, I would have asked you to send them off, saying that I was busy talking to a beautiful girl. And I would rather spend more time with her, than spare a second for whatever nonsense they want me for. 

But if it was a girl, I would reluctantly have to check her out myself, since I'm expecting someone."

"Which beautiful girl are you talking about?" Lucille asked with a slight flush on her face, as if she knew who I was talking about but wanted to hear it from my own mouth.

I looked at her as if I were looking at an idiot and said 

"Do you see me talking to any other girl, other then you? Or, did you hear me call any other girl in this class beautiful?

I thought you looked smart at first. But seeing that you can't even guess that I'm talking about you, I'll have to re-evaluate your intelligence."

"Go re-evaluate your own intelligence, you idiot!" 

Lucille exclaimed in anger and embarrassment for teasing her, and lightly punched my chest, which probably looked like she was flirting with from the viewpoint of the rest of my classmates; who actually stopped what they were all doing and were secretly looking at us, as if they were watching some show.

Also noticing that her classmates were watching us, Lucille realised how she was behaving in front of me, and took a step back away from me and fiercely glared at me in embarrassment, as if she blamed me for her outburst.

After composing herself once again, she deeply stared at me, as if she was trying to look through clothes and see me naked, which was quite embarrassing. 

But after staring at me for long enough, she looked slightly disappointed that she couldn't find whatever it was she was searching for.

And, as if she knew that I had the answer she wanted, she simply decided to throw all pretenses and ask me directly.

"How can you say such things so casually?...Aren't you embarrassed at all?"

"What things?" I asked, not knowing what she was saying.

"You know. The things you said to me." She replied in a flustered manner, not knowing how to say whatever she wanted to say out loud, without embarrassing herself.

"The compliments..." She muttered after finding her courage. "The compliments you said to me, like when you called me pretty and beautiful."

"How can you say such bold words to someone you just met, so casually, without even a hint of embarrassment? 

Just thinking about me doing the same, makes me want to dig a hole and hide myself, out of sheer embarrassment...Just how can you do it so easily?"

Her face flushed once again, as she looked at me, waiting for an answer. 

I didn't think about it too much and simply replied with a straight face saying

"In my opinion, I really don't think I complimented you." 

Lucille looked like she wanted to refute my claim. But before she could, I continued saying 

"I don't think I complimented you, even though you think I did, because I consider compliments to be something people say to please someone else...I think of those sweet words, as something people say to get into another person's good side."

"What I said to you, wasn't with the intention of pleasing you. But simply what I thought of you at that moment." I said, as I looked at Lucille without averting my gaze, which made her lower her head in a bashful manner.

I simply smiled and continued saying 

"It's similar to looking at a pretty flower...One would always praise it in their mind, or at least appreciate its beauty, when they looked at it. But in my case, instead of simply praising it in my mind and keeping my thoughts to myself, I like to tell the flower and the whole world how beautiful it looks."

Hearing that I was comparing her to a flower, Lucille blushed even more.

"I know it's not common to always speak out your thoughts, since you don't know how the other person would react to it...But that's simply one of the habits, I've had since I was child, which has done both good and bad to me." I admitted, as if what I was doing was a sin.

"But fortunately, it's done more good than bad. And some of my greatest experiences started off with me telling someone, how I feel about something; so I don't think I'll get rid of it any time soon." I smiled wryly.

Immediately after stating my case, I stopped for a brief second, looked into Lucille's beautiful blue eyes; which shone like saphires, and asked with a playful smile on my face

"So, Miss Lucille Florence...Do you think I did right, by speaking my mind to you. Or do you think I should have simply kept my mouth, this whole time."

And then, while she was still frozen stiff and grabbing the edges of her clothes while looking at me in a nervous and embarrassed manner, I bent down until my lips were near her ears and said teasingly 

"Before you answer, know that if you say that I was in the right, I'll talk to you like I always did, since the moment I met you a few minutes ago.

But if you think I'm in the wrong, then from here on forth, I'll treat you like anyone normally would, when they just met someone for the first time."

I then moved away from her ear, while my nose slightly brushed past her cheek, which caused her eyebrows to tremble slightly. And I looked at her with a playful smile, and asked 

"So what do you think? Was I in the right? Or was I in the wrong?...You decide."

I waited for her decision.