The bus made a sharp stop at the school, the old, dimmed, and quite ugly, yellow color with small unpainted splotches. That was their school.
Everyone started getting off. the loud crowd of teenagers with their friends was unpleasant. Although, Ranboo found pleasure in being with Tommy. His scent was amazing, his voice would ring through his head, but in a good way, y'know? He could only imagine what he would look like, sadly.
They all said goodbye as Tommy and Ranboo walked down to English.
A couple greetings went by as a DIFFERENT group of girls walked up to, this time, Ranboo.
"Hey!~" The one in front put both of her hands on Ranboo's desk, arching her back, and pulling her butt upwards.
"Uh- hey..?" Ranboo didn't want to be flirted with right now.
"So like- your part of soccer, right?"
"Football, actually, but uhm-" Ranboo took a glance at Tommy.
"That's hot!" She looked back at the girls, them nodding and patting her shoulders.
"So like, when is like, your next game?" She asked again.
"Next week is the school tournament, next Wednesday that is." He answered, he didn't want to, but he didn't wanna seem like a dick.
"I'll be there!~" She and her friends walked back to their seats.
"Weird." Tommy said.
"Yeah, before you came here they didn't want anything to do with me-"
"Hm." Tommy hummed.
"OK class! Today we will be differentiating contraction and possessive words!" Mrs.Powell said.
After 10 minutes, Ranboo was already bored. He decided to stare at Tommy. He took a good look at all his features, even though there wasn't much he could see.
He could see his beautiful blue eyes, like the ocean. His wavy, curly, blonde hair that was just the perfect length.
His style was good too. That day he wore a oversized grey hoodie, slightly ripped jeans, and black and white checkered Vans. He wore a clean black mask, and a small necklace that had a blue gemstone on it.
He was so lost in thought, thinking of himself and him being together, that he couldn't hear the teacher continuously call his name.
"Ranboo!?" She finally had raised her voice.
Ranboo gasped quietly as he looked at the board to see the words, "Who's" and "Whose."
"Can you tell me the difference between these words?"
Ranboo, being a class clown when wanting, responded, "They are spelled different."
The class giggled, Ranboo wasn't sure if it was at him or with him. He decided the 2nd one after he heard someone say, "He's got a point, Teach."
Mrs. Powell smacked her hand on her forehead and said, "Yes, Ranboo, but I meant in English class terms."
"You didn't specify that." He laughed, finally he said, "Who's is a contraction for 'who is,' while whose is meant for possessive, such as 'Whose house are we going to?' Boom. There." Tommy looked at him as if he had spit the whole dictionary.
"Very good Ran!" She wrote little lines pointing to the words, and then wrote what Ranboo had said.
Another 30 minutes go by, this time it's Tommy's turn to stare. How could he not? Ranboo was beautiful, he had long, brown, fluffy hair. Gorgeous grey eyes, a light blush on his cheeks, and a sharp jawline.
He was dressed hot too. He wore a black T-shirt that had a red eye on it, a thin silver chain, and tight-ish jeans with a grey hoodie wrapped around his waist.
DING DING DING DING!
The bell. Finally it was time for math. Ugh, with Mr. Hensler.
🍉🍓Y'all I'm so glad that was a prank (what was on my board) Anyway, this is the most I've EVER written so I really hope it's good.🍓🍉
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Fiksi Remaja!!Highschool AU!! Tommy is a new kid in school. He wears a plain black mask, and only the lucky can see his face. He also never talks. Ranboo was in the same classes as him (bc yknow- main character). Ranboo always wanted to know what he looked and...
