"And before you ask, yes, I'm choosing partners." The entire room groaned in disbelief, while your stomach sunk.
Your boyfriend gripped your hand tighter, then released the pressure, gripping your thigh.
As the professor called names, his hand slid up and his hold strengthened, like he thought you'd run away. A small part of you wanted to, maybe just to scoot away so he'd stop touching you.
"Charles D. and Y/N."
You took a double take.
You gave him an apologetic "I love you, see you later" and scampered off with your things before he could stop you. He would have stopped you, asked the teacher to change the groups, and overall embarrassed the two of you. And you might have let him. But, all year, there's been a guy in your class that you wanted to meet, but half the year your boyfriend has wanted to spend time with you whenever you wanted to talk to him, and the other half, you had kept just missing him.
That guy was Charlie, and this was your chance.
"Hello!" You gave him a slight wave. Charlie perked up, pushing his glasses up on his nose.
"Hi!" He waved back. "I'm Char-well you already know that, uh, Y/N, right?"
"Yeah, but I'd really prefer if you called me N/N, Y/N's sort of long."
"Oh, well okay. It's nice to meet you, N/N."
You smiled back at him and shook his hand eagerly.
"Its nice to meet you too, Charlie."
YOU ARE READING
Sweethearts' Scrapbook, A College!Charlie Slimecicle x College!Reader.
RomanceWhen the professor assigned you your final project, a scrapbook, you thought you'd do it with your boyfriend. But then you get assigned a partner, the guy you'd noticed all year and wanted to be friends with. Did fate just...align?
