Love Can't Be Cut

CHAPTER 2- THIS IDIOT KNOCKED ME OVER AND NOW HE'S STALKING ME

Scizzera decided to wait until all the seniors left, so she wouldn't die before she graduated. Well, turns out she waited too long, because before she knew it, there were 2 minutes left until her next class, and that class was rather far away. Grabbing her things, she dashed towards the door, not paying attention to her surroundings, and before she knew it,

¨He-Ouch!¨ Scizzera shut her eyes, expecting to crash into whoever she had bumped into. Instead, she found herself caught by a pair of arms. Slowly, she opened her eyes, and Oh My God. She stared into a pair of green eyes, transfixed. The depth of those eyes seemed to lure her in, as if they were inviting her to stay. They stared at each other in silence, both knowing they should pull apart but neither wanting to. Taking a sharp breath in, Scizzera stumbled onto her own feet, a flushing mess. She collected the contents of her backpack that had spilled out, mumbling "I'm sorry's," and racing out of the classroom.

I- wha? Does she not recognize me? But how...? Am I really not as hot as everybody says????

Meanwhile, the idiot who apparently has recognition issues was panaking, for, like, the 324th time today. 'Come on, you'll be fine' Scizzera lied to herself. 'I'll be juuust like the webtoons!' She stopped at the door to her new classroom, smacking herself on the forehead. 'I'm so stupid! Where did this main character energy come from, huh? I think I've been reading too much fanfiction :( .Whatever'

For the third time today, Scizzera reached out to a stupidly giant classroom door, her heart pounding. Slowly, she opened the door and peeked in. To her surprise, there were only 12 people inside, 11 students, and one teacher. However, the number of people wasn't the only unusual thing.

The room itself.

I didn't really look like a high school classroom. In fact, it looked more like a giant melted box of crayons than anything else. All 4 walls were covered in chalkboard material, and little words and drawings were crammed into every available space. Instead of plastic blue chairs, beanbags in assorted colors were stationed at every desk. Hesitantly, she walked in and sat on a green beanbag chair, trying not to wither like an unwatered plant under the gaze of all the students. She felt a tap on her shoulder, and looked over to see yet another hot guy within the last 10 minutes. Like damn. Was she blessed or what? ¨Hey, are you new here?" 'God damn, his face is hot and his voice is hot.' ¨Yeah! I'm Scizera! What's your name?" she asked, throwing an internal party at her success in not stuttering while talking to a hot guy. 'If only that happened last time...ehe' ¨I'm Cut G!¨ He replied, leaning forward in his hot pink bean bag chair. ¨Uhh...¨"Scizzera trailed off, trying to break the ice. ¨Uhm.. Your... desk is really clean?¨ She said, although it sounded more like a question. Cut G snorted. ¨A clean desk just means the inside of the desk is cluttered,¨ This caused Scizzera to smile, and when she looked up, Cut G was staring at her, smiling as well. ¨What?¨ She asked, pouting. ¨You're really pretty when you smile. You should do that more often,¨ he said, sounding genuine. Scizeras cheeks immediately flushed, but she hid it by crossing her arms and turning away. ¨So you're saying I'm not pretty other times?¨ She accused. ¨H-huh? No! I'm not trying say to your pretty- I mean you are pretty but- like I'm..¨ Cut G rambled off, waving his hands frantically. ¨It's fine,¨ Scizzera told him, shushing him. ¨So,¨ she went on. ¨What are you doing after high school?¨ She asked, leaning her head on the desk.

They went back and forth like this for a while, taking turns asking each other questions about their lives. By the end of the period, they both knew the other's life story, lack of plans for the future, and number. ¨See ya!¨ Cut G called as he turned away to head to his next class.

As she turned the opposite corner, she nearly ran into the other hot guy from the first-period incident. ¨Wha-¨ She started, but shut up as he grabbed her hand and began walking. ¨You have calculus next, correct?¨ He asked, glancing back at her for a split-second before turning back. ¨Yes... why the heck do you know that?¨ She said, yanking her hand back to herself. ¨He turned around fully to face her, and handed her a piece of paper. ¨You dropped your schedule on me,¨ He said simply. ¨O-oh...¨ She muttered, then realized he had walked off without her. ¨Hey!¨ She called, motioning to him to slow down so she could catch up. ¨Thanks¨ She said, tucking the sheet into her backpack pocket. They walked in silence for a minute, before the dude-she-dropped-her-schedule-on froze. ¨You're new, aren't you¨ he realized, his face an uncanny resemblance of that one Pikacku meme. ¨...Yes?¨ Scizzera said, confused. ¨So that's why you didn't recognise me!¨ He exclaimed, throwing his hands down. ¨Should I have?¨ Scizzera asked. ¨Yes. You should have.¨ He said, turning on his heel and walking off. ¨Wait!¨ She called, hoping he would stop. To her surprise, he did, but he didnt turn around to face her. ¨What's your name?¨

¨...My name is Snipstion,¨ He looked down at the phone in Scizzera's hands and winked with a smirk playing on his face,¨But you can call me tonight,¨