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thirteen minutes has passed, and i'm still twirling my pen. i bury my head into my hands, shutting my eyes.

i need to see ben again. i cant keep thinking about noah when clearly he isn't interested. i need to be distracted. i open my eyes and look up.

"hey" i say to noah.

just as i say it my eyes trail along his arms, down to his hands. the way he can easily spin the pen around his long fingers. the way his veins pop in his arms every time he flicks the pen. god i wish that pen were me.

"yea?" he says, turning around.

oh my god. what the hell am i thinking about.

"i-i." i struggle to remember what i was going to say. looking into his chocolate brown eyes isn't making it any easier.

"NOAH! STOP TALKING!" the teacher shouts, as i flinch.

i look back at him with worried eyes as he flashes me a smile before turning back around. god he is so hot. he's almost hotter when i know i can't have him. this is why i need ben.

right that's what i was going to say. ben.

5 minutes pass and i tap on noah's shoulder.

he turns around and we make eye contact.

"what i was going to say was how do you know ben? like you have his number or..?"

he rolls his eyes and sigh.

"i don't have his number."

"whyyy?? can you please ask him for it. i need to speak to him again."

"no. you'll get hurt. he's horrible"

i smile to myself. he cares?

his pov.

i twirl my pen around my fingers, deep in thought. i wonder how many cans of beans it would take to fill up my house?
my thoughts are interrupted by the sound of her voice. it's so annoying how nice her voice is.

"hey"

i turn around, looking in her innocent brown eyes. god she's perfect. she looks effortlessly beautiful.

"yea?"

just as she's about to open her lips the teacher shouts at me. a bit of me is annoyed as i wanted to hear her voice, but the other part of me is glad i didn't have to speak to her incase i mess something up. i smile at her and turn back around.

"what i was going to say was how do you know ben? like you have his number or..?" she says.

my heart drops. him? really? we look nothing alike. if she liked him then i have no chance.
i sigh.

"i don't have his number."

i do.

"whyyy?? can you please ask him for it. i need to speak to him again." she whines

does she seriously think me and ben are on speaking terms. god she doesn't know anything.

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