OCTOBER
GEORGE'S POV:
I've been bored lately, but at least he sits next to me.
Math class is literally the worst. I sit in my seat in the middle row as Mrs. Vanderbilt lectures us on square roots and other things that I don't find interesting at all. I bounce my left leg under my seat as I try and concentrate on the work in front of me. "I know I hate it, but I live to impress teachers...and I live for him." I think to myself. Edward sits calmly next to me, constantly adjusting is glasses as they slowly slide off his nose. He looks so dreamy, like a boy out of a romance novel...
"Mr. Taresin!"I immediately sat up straight in my chair. Shit. Mrs. Vanderbilt stares right into my eyes. "Can you tell me what the square root of pi is?" I hesitate and look back at my notes. "Um...." I murmur. "1.772!" I yell. She responds with a weird look. "George, can I ask you why you still have your notes out? I told everyone to put them away five minutes ago!" I quickly shuffle the paper off my desk and into my bag. "Sorry, Ma'am." I pretend to apologize. She returns to talking.
I flip her off when she turns toward the board.
It's not my fault he's so handsome.
EDWARD'S POV:
I just don't know how he pulls it off. No mistakes. Ever. Some might think that this behavior is anything but admirable, and I somewhat agree. It's desirable. I sit at my desk and doodle. It's my only escape from my thoughts. I sketch a random base. "No, too short." I think to myself. "This is not a self portrait." I erase the legs and extend them until they are slightly longer. I give the figure eyes. Very beautiful ones, they glitter and shine on paper. I look over at George. He turns his head. "Shit." I accidentally say out load. "What?" He whispers. "Nothing, it's nothing..." I awkwardly respond. He shrugs and goes back to his work. I should be working, too. It's fine. I'll be fine.
I give the figure a broad smile and luscious, light brown locks, like his. I see Mrs. Vanderbilt walking down the isle in my direction. I quickly shove the now crumbled up index card up my grey sweater sleeve and pretend to work on the assignment. When she's gone, I quickly sign my artwork: Edward Loveliono. There, all set.
Just then, I notice a little note, folded up a million times into a small square at the corner of my desk. I open it. The note simply reads, "I love your artwork." in light pencil. "I recognize that handwriting..." I thought to myself. Wait... I start to blush as I turn to see George smiling at me, pencil in his hand.
Well, at least he likes it!
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You're A F*cking Idiot A MLM Romance
Romance"It was a usual day in the halls", starts the book. This is a story of two boys who find themselves falling for each other. The only twist? They must keep their affections a secret. Or is it, the only twist? Perhaps it's not how it seems...
