school lovers (y/n+dua)

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You walk along noisy school corridors, in which high school students constantly crowd. The next lesson is the history that takes place in the another building, so you need to go to the courtyard. There are almost always younger students running around during their lunch.

The weather today is incredible. For the first time in the last couple of days, the sun is shining on London. This is what city residents want in early March. Today you have decided to wear wide blue jeans, a white T-shirt and a short pink cardigan that you love to wear in spring. The cool breeze blows your hair and cools your face pleasantly. You are holding history books in your hands, and you have a small black cap on your head.

You go outside and you see a typical high school scene in front of you. Someone is sitting at a table and having lunch, someone is doing their homework sitting on the grass. Someone just walk around and enjoy the break. You admire the beauty that creative people from school create and accidentally stumble over someone's backpack. Books fall from your hands, but you stay on your feet. At this moment, it seems that all the students are looking at you. They are waiting for you to run away in tears.

A girl with whom you sometimes meet in music and psychology lessons gets up from the table. She grins slightly and walks towards you, lowering her hand to pick up her backpack. You pick up your books from the ground and you are afraid to look up at her, because you know that she is one of the best cheerleaders, and also the best student in school. Everyone wants to get to know her, but she is limited to the company of her close friends since childhood - Sarah, Ella and Rosie. These girls are also great cheerleaders, but they don't always manage to keep up with their studies.

“Sorry, I forgot to take it,” Dua Lipa tells you, smiling sweetly.

You are silent, but you rise your eyes at her. Black hair flutters in the cool breeze, and brown eyes sparkle from the sunlight. She is wearing black jeans, a yellow crop top and a black leather jacket. It seems this jacket was worth a fortune at the local mall. You inadvertently notice that the girl forgot to put on a bra, because of what her nipples stick out through the thin fabric of the top.

"Oh, don't worry," you give out, walking away.

It seems like the whole school is really looking at you right now, because you became one of the few to whom Dua Lipa herself apologized. In silence, you walk through a green grass, noticing the surprised looks of your own classmates and other children from parallel classes. You feel uncomfortable, but you keep going forward, feeling all those eyes on your back.

Once inside the building, you finally breathe out calmly, deciding to turn around. Dua returned to her friends' table and life on the courtyard went on as usual. You suddenly feel popular, grinning silly in an empty hallway. It's pretty empty here, because no one wants to sit in a building when the weather is so wonderful outside. Students will disperse to the buildings closer to the beginning of the lesson, which will begin only in 7 minutes.

You come up to the schedule and look at your own lessons for a long time, although you knew what and when you study. Hanging next to your classroom is Dua Lipa's class schedule. Out of curiosity, you decide to look into it, finding that the last lesson today will be psychology. This means that you will see her again. The thought of this warms your soul, which is rather strange...

You shake your head and move towards the history office. Your other classmates are already sitting there, who so far are just listening to music or talking. You sit down at the table in the corner of the room, laying out your things there. While sorting out your copybook, you notice that homework has disappeared from there.

“Oh no,” you whisper, trying to find it in the textbooks.

Unfortunately, your homework has disappeared without a trace. It must have flown out when you dropped everything to the ground. “How could I be such a dumb,” you are thinking, clutching your head.

A girl with pink hair runs into the room and tries to find someone, examining all the tables. A minute later, she runs up to you and sits down next to you, throwing her backpack on the table.

"Well, how are you? I saw what happened! Tell me!" Monika exclaimed.

"I lost my homework!" you are indignant in response.

"What homework, Y/N! Dua Lipa spoke to you, this is what you should be thinking now!"

You just roll your eyes and once again realize how stupid Monika is. The only thing that has kept your friendship is its willingness to always come to the rescue. Monika was your only friend at school. You've known her since first grade. She always supported you, cheered you up and invited you to walk. You don't know where you might be now if it weren't for her. However, she had one drawback - very big problems with the school. She could not do her homework on time, sometimes skipped classes and fought with teachers, which caused her to change schools. Now Monika has grown older, but this childish nonsense "I want-I don't want" is still preserved in her.

The school bell rang. You stare nervously at your desk, still hoping to see your homework there. However, no miracle happens. Mrs. Smith enters the office and slams the door noisily, making the windows seem to start rattling. You understand that today she is clearly out of sorts. The woman walks over to her desk and begins to mark something in the school book. She starts calling your last names to make sure no one escapes from class.

You start to regret that you are staying. Mrs. Smith asks you to turn in your homework, intending to check it right during the lesson. She gives you tests and picks up your homework sheets. You want to sink into the ground because you don't want to be reprimanded.

The teacher walks over to your desk and places the test papers on the table. She takes Monika's homework and waits for you to get yours. You sit motionless, legs and lips tucked in.

"Y/N? Are you turning in the homework?" Mrs. Smith asks quietly, looking at you.

“No, Mrs. Smith, I lost its,” you exhaled, bowing your head.

The woman exhaled and went to her table. You wanted to cry over a terrible feeling of guilt. And all because you just did not look at your feet in the yard. You look at the test and realize that you are provided with another F mark. You look forward to a reprimand from your parents and can hardly contain yourself so as not to burst into tears. This day will officially be one of the worst in your entire life...