Marvin Gaye × Charlie Puth

01

(Y/N) — your name
(Y/N/N) — your nickname
(Y/F/N) — your full name

(Y/N) walked towards her locker, shoving her books in and grabbing the things she's going to be needing for first period.

"(Y/N/N)!" Her friend, Bree, shouted. "Come on! We're gonna be late for class!"

Bree started to pull (Y/N) before she could even close her locker. She looked at her, face turning into an annoyed one. "I don't really care, Bree."

"Wow, (Y/N/N)." Bree laughed. "Rebellious much?"

"I have a lot on my mind." (Y/N) muttered.

"Well, you can tell me all about it later. For now, we gotta go to Ms. Charmers class because you know how angry she can get." And so, they started walking towards her classroom.

"Ms. Bree Evans! Ms. (Y/F/N)! Glad you could join us!" Ms. Charmer shouted.

"Sorry, Ma'am." (Y/N) apologized. "It's Bree's time of the month and she had to use the comfort room for quite a while."

The class made faces of disgust while staring at the blonde haired lady. Bree looked at her with wide eyes and her mouth opened. "You little..."

"Is it true, Ms. Evans?" The mean teacher asked.

"Y-yes, Ms. Charmer. I had really bad cramps." Bree stuttered.

Ms. Charmer narrowed her eyes at the two before letting them sit and continuing her lesson.

+ (let's skip that bc fuck school)

Halfway through 6th period, the bell rang causing the teacher to stop whatever he was saying and listened in on the announcement.

"Everybody please proceed to the gym." Ms. G's voice flooded through the intercom. "Everyone will be watching the basketball game of our team, The Hawks, versus the other team, The Raptors."

"Oh my gosh!" The girls behind (Y/N) shouted. She lowkey covered her ears, the sound of their screams bugging her.

"Alright everyone," Mr. Vandergeld clasped his hands together. "You heard the principal; proceed to the gym."

Everyone started packing their stuff and slinging their bags over their shoulders before running off to the gym. (Y/N), being the turtle she was, walked slowly unlike the other students who looked like they were auditioning for a role of The Flash. This bugged Bree so she decided to pull (Y/N), just like what she did earlier, leaving the (Y/H/C) haired girl annoyed.

"Seriously, Bree." (Y/N) spoke as she and Bree sat down almost too close to the bench where the players were at. "I don't know why you're all excited about this. It's just basketball."

"You mean hottiesketball?" Bree winked at her.

"Okay seriously, that is the worst thing I've ever heard in my entire life, Bree." (Y/N) rolled her eyes.

"Get a grip, (Y/N)." Bree smiled at her widely. "Just sit down, watch the game, and enjoy it."

"Not until you answer my question." (Y/N) argued.

Bree waved at one of the players and sighed dreamily before turning to her. "Okay, what is it?"

"Why are you so excited about this?" (Y/N) asked her. "I mean, it's just basketball. Nothing more, nothing less. The players might be good but I haven't seen you this giddy before and honestly, Bree, it fucking scares the hell out of me."

"Haven't you heard?" Bree asked, shaking the girl. She looked at Bree, her face showing all signs of confusion. "Ugh! The players are not good, okay? They're also very very hot which is a plus. And you never know, one of them might be the destined love of your life."

"A cocky asshole?" (Y/N) asked, laughing sarcastically. "No thanks. I'd rather date the janitor."

"I mean, he is pretty hot. I'd date the janitor too." Bree agreed.

"Bree, you are disgusting." (Y/N) said in disgust.

"Thank you." Bree chuckled before facing the players again and smiling widely.

(Y/N) sighed. She didn't wanna be here but she didn't wanna go home either. So she stayed. Not only to see if Bree was correct about what she said but also because she would die of boredom in her house.

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