Poring over his German folder, Duolingo was trying tune out the rest of the bustling form room. The only thing in his head was the test next period. He wasn't thinking about the painful lack of people around him. He wasn't thinking about the overwhelming amount of Spanish homework assigned first period. And he definitely wasn't thinking about the news Mrs. D'splora had given him only 3 hours ago - that someone had recently overpassed his English grade. That he wasn't at the top anymore.
There were 5 minutes until lunch would end, but the roadmen in the form room were becoming unbearable, so Duolingo decided he could be a few minutes early to German.
Standing in the languages corridor, Duolingo tried not to be squished as herds of school kids
walked past. Suddenly, he felt a boiling hot sensation on his arm.
"Fuck, sorry." A boy with light brown hair was next to him, apologising though not seeming to care that much. There was a coffee cup in his hand and, Duolingo soon realised, a stain on his arm and his German folder. His fists clenched. A stranger with striking brown eyes had just ruined something important to him. A stranger who had left the corridor, a stranger who would forget this.
Throughout the German test, Duolingo was distracted. Not only did his revision notes no longer make sense, his thoughts didn't either. He stumbled through the last few questions, but he knew that his efforts were wasted. Wasted because of a stranger who didn't care.
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lost in your feathers (i hope they don't fall)
Fanfictionhooty x duolingo highschool au. that's all there is to this.
