Nat x Eli

ra ra Rasputin

The next day

So I arrive in English class 15 minutes early, the teacher still isn't here and the lights are off. I crack open my Chromebook and immediately the Rasputin just dnace video I had pulled up yesterday starts blasting. Oh sunny D ‼️ I immediately shut the Chromebook again. I hear rustling from the corner and I see chrocolate silver fushia deep blue orbs shine from the lights out in the hallway as hee apparently rose up from under the desk.

Before either if us could say anything, the door slams open making the bulletin boards on the wall shudder like they're 3 seconds away from shitting themselves. The mutton chops on the English teacher screamed with him when he realized there were already people in the room.

He immediately cleared his throat and went to his desk. Immediately everyone else in the class poured into the classroom.

I wiped the very large sweat beads off of my brow, a trait I unfortunately inherited from my very deceased father. Thank god, j did not want to talk to eli about what had just transpired.

The bell rang and Mr. Gay...there picked himself up from the floor and told us to open our Chromebooks to do the bell ringer assignment on Google Classroom ™.

I opened my Chromebook ™ again and Rasputin started playing very very very loudly again.

Fuck

I mean fudge

I mean fuck

I x out of the tab as fast as possible, which very unfortunately is not fast at all as most of the chorus played before finally being turned off.

Today was the worst

So then I open up the bell ringer and start wworking on jt, but OMG it's literally what our homework was from last night. I plug the variables into pv=nrt and write down my answers.

Mr Gay...here got up to the board and started going over the assignment and called on me.

"Uh..um..oh..grr.uh.hhdbdh.....ahh..mhhhmmmf..." I mutter while writing my answers on the board. I am sweating profusely.

I finish and sit back down, waves of sweat pouring off of me. Mr Gay...where stares directly and blinks very loudly. After what was probably 2 minutes he gets up to the board and writes the equation "ω = 2πf".

I'm so confused because I'm fairly sure this isn't how English works and I know we've never talked about this equation in class but oh well. The air conditioner kicks on and muffles the sound of my sobbing and sweat dripping.

A/N
OMG can uou believe the situation Nat has gotten herself in⁉️⁉️ Poor girl I really feel for her :(. I also have very bad sweat problem HEHE. some people have messages me accusing me of this being a self insert fic.... It's not >:(. I will report anyone who tries slandering me in any light.

Anyways‼️ I think the next chapter will be in Eli's pov!!! We haven't gotten that since the prologue from 6 years ago omg!!!!. What was he doing under that desk⁉️⁉️ you'll find out in probably 2 years when I decide to write the next chapter.