The Boy Who Couldn't Sit Still

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"Forgive me I'm trying to find
My calling, I'm calling tonight
I don't mean to be a bother,
But have you seen this girl?" Someone sings in one of the classes nearby.

I walk into Mr. Parkers room to find Flynn dancing with his head phones in. Was he the guy singing? If he was I have to hand it to him, he's good.

I go to a random desk and get comfortable. Flynn does a little dance movie that makes me laugh. He pulls his earbuds out immediately and turns around to see me. I laugh harder as he jumps.

"How long have you been there?" He asks his cheeks turning red.

"I just got here," I assure him.

"So you didn't hear me sing?" He asks.

"Oh no, I heard that," I smirk.

His eyes widen and his face grows darker. Wow! I didn't think he could get any redder. The boy is cute when he's embarrassed. I don't know why he's shy about his voice it's actually really good.

"Let's just do math and pretend that didn't just happen," he sighs sitting in front of me.

"No," I say and he looks at me confused. "Sit a desk over."

"What why?" He asks sounding betrayed.

"Because you can't sit still and I need focus while I do my own homework," I state like it's obvious, "oh right you're doing the homework and I'll help if you have questions."

"I'm actually offended," Flynn states showing nothing but the truth in his eyes.

"Whoops," I mumble taking out my own homework. Once I get all settled I look up at Flynn who's just staring at me. "Get started!"

He grumbles but does as he's told. I start my own work. Every couple of minutes or so I look up. After about twenty minutes I was completely confused on how Flynn could stay focused. Something's wrong. When I look closer I notice he's on his phone.

"Flynn are you serious?" I frown and he jumps.

"I'm sorry. I just get bored and don't feel like doing it," he admits sheepishly.

"I have an idea," I smirk standing up.

"Should I be scared?" Flynn asks following me to the storage closet.

"No," I assure him as I go straight to the game drawer.

"Woah! How did you know about this?" Flynn asks lightly pushing me aside to look at the games.

"I don't have friends, Flynn," I say bluntly making him look me straight in the eye.

"I'm your friend," he smiles but I just frown.

"Why would I be friends with someone who most likely lessened my chances of getting a scholarship?" I ask seriously and he frowns with me.

"I'm really sorry. I don't mean to fidget. I just do," he apologizes but it doesn't matter.

"Let's just back to work. Pick your favorite game though," I instruct walking back to the desk he's working at.

He comes trotting over with Jenga. I don't really get the fun part of this game. I find it stressful. But who cares. My opinion doesn't matter. This is for Flynn not me.

"Okay so here's what we are going to do," I start before he can open the box, "you will do one math problem after every turn. All in all, you shouldn't get too bored to get distracted."

"Sounds like a plan," Flynn smiles starting to set up the Jenga pieces.

"If this works, Flynn," I start getting his attention, "you owe me some kind of food."