Eddie Munson/YN Imaginings

Math Distraction

(Just a cute little math disctraction, because Eddie's sure as hell not going to pay attention) 

(This was actually taken from another fic I'm working on, and I spun it into a pov) 

You drag yourself into your morning math class and pull out your usual supplies from your bag after taking a seat. While sitting back, you noticed most of the classroom had gone quiet. Eddie Munson strolled in. He looked around and then locked eyes with you. You were both thinking the same thing; there was only one empty seat left and it was behind you. Eddie sauntered over and plopped down with a soft ping from his pocket chain hitting the chair.

The teacher walked into class and pulled out her attendance list. She went through the usual names and mumbled Eddie's when she got to him.

"Here!" He loudly declares behind you, making you jump. You turn around to see him stupidly grinning at the teacher.

"Eddie Munson, I never thought I'd see the day. Hell has indeed frozen over. Welcome to class."

After taking roll, the teacher begins reviewing last night's assignment. You scribble in your notes on some things you had missed when you feel something lightly jabbing the back of your neck. You slowly turn around to find Eddie, his face supported by one hand, his other holding a pencil. He had an innocent smirk across his face.

"Can I help you?" You whisper.

"Maybe." He winks.

You turn back around and try to ignore him. Before you start writing again, Eddie takes his pencil and begins twirling it in the curls of your hair. You whip back around to face him.

"Eddie Munson, if you do not stop pestering me, I will take that guitar pick around your neck and choke you with it." You quietly hiss.

"Is that a promise?" Eddie smirks, raising his eyebrows.

You hear the math teacher clear her throat.

"Is there a problem back there?" She asks.

Eddie answers before you have a chance to speak up.

"I'm sorry, teach, I'm having trouble paying attention. Y/N keeps distracting me."

"Y/N, please stay facing forward." The teacher scolds you.

You turn back around to the front of the classroom, embarrassed. Behind you, you hear Eddie softly chuckle to himself as he props his feet up on the edge of your chair in front of him.

"Little shit." You whisper to yourself.