ᴇɴʜʏᴘᴇɴ ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴇꜱ//x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ᴏɴᴇꜱʜᴏᴛꜱ

-NOOB; P.JS

genre; fluff
word count; 758
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I was spacing out again. Anything is better than listening to the old fart trying to explain quadratics. I found my eyes focusing on a girl across the room, who seemed just as bored as me.

She was doodling in her notebook though I couldn't make out what it was. Her hair was falling in front of her eyes and she constantly had to fix it, her frustration making me chuckle.

"Miss Y/N, what would our answer be?" the teacher suddenly asked. I noticed the girl shoot her head up nervously, biting her lip.

She must've noticed my gaze on her as her eyes met mine. I smiled and winked, watching her cheeks grow a vibrant red.

"R-A-D-I-C-A-L F-O-U-R." I mouthed.

"R-radical four?" she stuttered anxiously, still staring at me. The teacher raised an eyebrow but slowly nodded, writing the answer down on the board.

The girl, who I now know is Y/N, took a deep breathe and her once tense body seemed to relax. She looked back up at me and mouthed a small thank you, smiling softly. I smiled at her and returned back to my worksheet.
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Finally, the bell rang. I spent most of class taking in Y/N. I've never seen her before, but I don't think she is new. Maybe I just never took the time to get to know her.

The students shuffled out of their seats and practically teleported out of the classroom. Meanwhile, I took my time and went to wait for Y/N at her desk.

She was gathering the textbooks that her tiny arms could barely hold. I quickly took a couple out of her grasp and that's when she finally noticed my presence.

"O-oh, hi." she said, her cheeks burning up. I smiled softly.

"Hey."

"Thanks for, ya know, giving me the answer." she said quietly, sparing a glance at the teacher who was luckily speaking with another student.

"No problem." I said. She tried taking back the books from my arms but I shook my head.

"I'll help you." I insisted. She smiled thankfully and nodded, making her way out of the practically empty classroom. I followed her, going out into the busy hallway full of students trying to escape the prison they call school.

"Here she is." Y/N said, patting the locker near the end of the hallway. She unlocked it, placing her books in. I followed with the rest of them.

"Thanks for the help." she smiled.

We stood awkwardly for a few seconds. I should leave but I truly didn't want to.

"Y/N, right?" I asked. She nodded.

"That's me."

"Coolio." I cringed at my stupid response. Her gaze was on her textbooks as she picked out the ones she needed.

"Y/N?"

"Yes sir?" she asked, finally turning to me. I thought she'd be annoyed by now, but she seemed fairly entertained.

"You know, you still owe me for class."

"Wha- you said it was no problem!" she whined, a pout settling on her puffy lips.

"Eh, I changed my mind."

"Well then, what do I have to do?" she asked, placing her hands on her hips. She raised an eyebrow at me and I chuckled.

"You know, Y/N, you're literally two feet tall and you're acting like your six foot." I laughed. She snarled and lightly punched my bicep.

"Don't do that." she hissed. I rolled my eyes and smiled cheekily. She's too adorable.

Our eyes met and there were a couple moments of silence. It's not like anything needed to be said, anyways. It wasn't awkward in the slightest, to my surprise.

After a while, Y/N looked away with crimson cheeks. She stared at the tiled floor and fiddled with her fingers.

"What's wrong, noob?" I teased, pulling her chin up. She seemed so submissive under my touch, as she looked up at me and pursed her lips together.

"Nothing." she muttered. The bell rang but none of us made a move for class. We just stood there enjoying each others presence, no words said.

"Alright, i'll stop torturing you and set you free." I joked, placing a hand on her back as I gave her a small push to her class.

She scoffed and rolled her eyes, getting on her way.

"Hey Y/N!" I shouted. She turned around and threw her head back in annoyance. I chuckled to myself and winked.

"Meet me after school."
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🪘bongo