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JENNIE'S P.O.V
Oh, is tonight going to be fun
I walk over to Y/N, who has already taken out her notes and a pencil. Wow, she is ready and prepared
I pull out a chair and sit down, placing my bag on the floor, or next to the table we are working at
"Y/N," I began.
I get no responses, I am guessing she is zoned out, or in deep thought
I poke her cheek, getting no reaction. I poke her pink, cute, lovely, beautiful, ni- um, face, receiving nothing again
"Y/N? Y/N. Y/N!" I scream
She does nothing, she just looks at the paper, like it is the most interesting thing in the world, like it is a magical portal, waiting for someone to enter. I really need to stop reading fantasy
I pull the paper out from her gaze, and she just stares at the table. I look at her in confusion, wondering what must be so interesting
I look at her paper, and relize what she must be thinking so passionately about
ME
She is thinking about me.
On her paper, are not notes.
They are about me. It has what I wore that day, how lovely my voice sounds, how sweet and kissable my lips look, how my body figure is perfect
She must really like me, well, let's have fun
I know I said I was going to teach her but, after reading this, got me honier
I poke her side causing and squeal and a jump from her. He immediately looked at me, eyes wide in shock when she sees that I have the paper. The paper, about her crush, on me.
"You must really like me, huh?" I ask, teasing her a little bit, smiling as her cheeks explode in a crimson red color.
