rubs my hands together..

its a bright sunny evening. your excited. why? your crush mk shares your next period. hes tall.. 5'6 on the dot! with nice hair and pronouns. He's perfect. You sit next to him in (math class)... and occasionally ask him for help with homework.. You see, you're actually quite smart. You can easily pass this class, without help. You don't want help though. You want mk... your plan is toFHELP ME i mean. Your a little devious little reader.. you ask him to help you with homework (and since he's much too polite to decline.. he does. you know it) and you get to spend time with him. MUAHAHA! "hey mk!" you chirp as you enter the classroom. He glances up.. flashes a smile, and looks back down nervously. So perfect! sitting next to him you Very Dramatically pull out your assigned homework. Question 1: blank. Question 2: blank. And so forth. You smirk.. innocently of course, sliding the paper across the table with a delicate finger. "Oh..." He comments, looking between you and the paper.. "I thought I.. told you the

"answers for these yesterday.." ..He makes eye contact with you, throwing you off your game! those warm eyes.. sparkly. You giggle awkwardly.. gesturing with your hands wildly as you explain that you had just Oh! Forgotten! Somehow! to write it down.. He clears his throat, going over his own answers. "Um... well? uhm.. I'll just give you the answers again i guess..." (answer. answer. answer. idk im in probability and stats) You follow his every word, clinging on to the pleasant cadence of his voice. You don't catch a single thing. "So... heh. HEHEH. i mean.. what are you doing this saturday?" You cut him off.

"Me..? Saturday..?" He counts the days on his fingers, looking lost. You decide to give him a nudge in the right direction. "Yeah. You... and me. On saturday. Is that okay?" .... He doesn't respond. Awkward silence follows .. You can hear that big hamster ball in his head spinning.. spinning.. spinning.. "Like. For fun?" NO! not for fun...! As.. a date! You say this all very arrogantly in your head. Your still smiling and you grit your teeth while you take his hand into yours.. Your looking into his eyes.. lovingly. Wow. He really does have shit brown eyes. Those beautiful orbs of his are focused somewhere else though. A faraway place.. away from you. Quick! make him notice you! "No silly! not for fun..! like.. a date!" You smile with relief as that brings his gaze flicks back to you. There we go... target spotted........... aim... "Um.. ." "Why...." You begin to thinkk this isnt going anywhere. He doesn't seem to understand. You, also, don't really seem to understand. Why DO you want to go on a da

te with him? He's clearly not bright. He CLEARLY doesn't comprehend dating etiquette. And, now to think of it? Is he really even 5'6? Because, looking at him clearly he seems to be 5'5. If theres one thing you hate, it's liars. Does he even like you back? "So.. wait. Do you even like me?" You ask.. becoming a bit snappish. You're not getting the answers you want.. and your VERY impatient. What's he doing anyway? Doodling cats on his paper. Pathetic. Obviously read warrior cats as a child. "Um..... I .. i unno.. I guess? What? What do you mean.. I mean.. I think your nice..? and stuff. I guess..." Hes muttering now, confused. "ROMANTICALLY!!!!!!!" "oh.... um. No. sorry..? wait.. do you.. l.." He stops doodling. Nervously he looks back up at you.. "Do you.. like.. like .. me" He whispers.. You growl angrily.. how DUMB IS HE!??!?!?! You grab your head in your hands. You cant cope. This is insane.. how can someone be so bad at this.. what else is a date supposed to mean? Grabbing your paper of the desk yo

you stand up sharply. "Im leaving!" You huff.. taking your bag in one hand and creasing your paper in a fist with the other. "Okay! see you later!" He says.. unsure what tone to say it in... Shit brown eyes are ugly anyways, you think, sitting on the opposite side of the classroom.

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