This oneshot is dedicated (dedicated? Why is that even a word) to tronnorfteden (aka Fernanda) who does amazing writing and she is so sweet and kind and ohmygod children just go follow her and read her work and vote for it for me xx
(I just realised the start of that sounded so much like a movie classification like "This movie is rated M and is for mature audiences".... I
am so lame ;p )
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Song: Looking to closely by Fink
Maybe skip to 0:35 sec because the intros hella long but hey that's your choice.
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I look up from my book.
"Connor? The answer?" My math teacher says.
I look at the problem, solve it quickly and answer.
"345.62 remainder 8" I say turning back to my book.
"Atleast someone was paying attention, you could all learn something from Connor," She says glaring at a few individuals.
And by a few I mean one.
And by one I mean the boy with the curls.
The boy was cute.
He wore huge block jumpers that were obviously too big for him because they hugged his knees.
And he was always writing something. It definitely wasn't math though.
And he just had this look like, I'm not trying to be bad I just don't feel like learning.
I mean it's not like I stalk him. I just.... Pay attention to detail.
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I snap out of my daze as I hear my name.
"Connor? Would that be ok?" My math teacher asks.
"Um.. Ye..yeah sure," I stutter, confused to what I am agreeing to.
The boy with the curls laughs.
"You mean you actually want to try tutor me?" The boy with the curls asks.
Oh.
That's what I'm agreeing to.
I nod even though my brain is yelling at me to STOP NOW AND GO AWAY! CODE RED! CODE RED!
"Ok then, we will get the school to contact your parents and tell them you've offered your services to Troye, thank you again Connor," She says.
Troye.
That's his name.
And now his running up to me.
Shit.
"Hi," He says smiling.
"He..Hey," I stutter.
"So since you offered to tutor me, is tonight ok?" He asks, playing with the hem of his jumper.
"Um..yeah, how about you come round after school," I say looking at the ground as I speak.
"Connah," He says.
His accent.
I look up.
"Yeah?"
"After schools perfect," He says winking as he swivels around on his platform converse and walks down the hall.
Perfect.
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I rush around trying to grab everything before the bell goes.
Pencils.
Check.
Workbooks.
Check.
MacBook.
Check.
iPhone 6
Check.
Journal.
Check.
And then the bell goes and everyone runs out of the class.
Troye. My mind says. I need to find him.
I look around the corridors to see if he's anywhere.
After about 5 minutes of standing around and waiting I feel to soft hands gripping my shoulders causing me to jump.
"Did I scare you Connah?" He asks giggling.
"A little," I say looking into his deep blue eyes.
"Oh poor Connah, I got something that will make you feel better though," He says taking a step closer to me.
Please say he's not going to kiss me.
He leans in closer
Omg he is!
His lips are an inch away from mine.
I am going to wreck this.
All of a sudden his face moves a little and his lips connect....with my nose. I feel my face go all flushed as I see Troye trying hard not to luagh so much. I glare at him and fold my arms. "Not. Funny." I growl. "Eh, it kinda was," He giggles again grabbing my hand and leading me out the school. All of a sudden I'm kind of dreading agreeing to tutor the boy with the curls.
But hey, he's still cute.
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Hiiiiiii
I am so tired dont ask
Just pray that I will post on Tuesday.
Ok love ya my sweets byeeeeee xxx
P.S oMG THANKYOU ALL SO MUCH FOR ALMOST 8OO READS U GUYS R CRAZY!
