Started with a math question (Discontinued)

9 - Assignments with Mr Popular?!?

The English teacher, Miss Delaney shouted the next assignment into the class's ears, as if talking with a normal voice wouldn't have worked. Her voice was high pitched and not to mention, sounded too excited.

"Okay class! The next assignment, as you can see in the syllabus in front of you is to write a narrative essay based off from a personal experience. This assignment will be conducted in pairs!"

A chorus of groans could be heard amongst the classroom, whereas I was quite happy, except I wanted to know who my partner was. I looked around the classroom, others already choosing who to be with, some were giving weird wink spasms to one another and hand movements to another.

Well, I'm still pretty new, I doubt anyone knows me.

My thoughts were interrupted by the Miss' high pitched voice, "Okay, I see you all choosing your partner's already, but no! To assist with building a stronger relationship in the classroom, I will be assigning partners." She concluded with a nice wide smile on her face.

Phew, I don't need to 'mingle' with people.

One by one, pairs were called out, some looking disgusted at each other and some looking thrilled.

"Greyson and–"

Wait...what? Greyson's in this class?! How come I've never noticed? Ughh, hopefully it won't be like one of those sappy Wattpad stories where the nerd, a.k.a me, gets chosen to be with the popular guy.

"–and Issala, ooh, I hope I pronounced that properly.

Okay, phew, its not me.

I look over towards Liam, his eyes wandering and then stopped at mine. With hand signals and gestures, he pointed over to Greyson. "Your partner, go over to him!" I see him mouth out.

Huh? But the teacher said Issal–oh...that's me. I swear...teachers these days can get my name so wrong, it'll start ending up like Isabella or something.

I walked over to Greyson, my heart palpitating, but not in a ' I'm in love' sort of way, rather a ' Help me, I'm scared'. His eyes welcomed me over.

"So..." I trailed, "I didn't realise you were in this class" a small staggered laugh came out by the end of my statement, but gladly, Greyson didn't notice. "Yeah! I mean, I'm pretty sure I'm in most of your classes." He flashed a pretty smile out to me.

"Let's get on with the project" he said.

"Sure, what do you wanna write about?"

"You..." His voice was very soft and I could barely hear what he said.

"What? What did you just say?"

Looking as though he was flustered, he said, "Uh, nothing, let's um, write about...uh...each of our hobbies."

Hmm, I don't have that many hobbies, but eh, I don't have any other topic I want to talk about. "Sure, sounds good" I answered.

After what seemed like eternity, like most of my other classes, the bell finally rang with a shrilling sound, nearly bursting my eardrums. Finally, I can get out of this class.

"Hey Isla, let's work on this assignment on the weekend, I'll pick you up at around 12 noon. Okay?"

"Sounds great" I answered back, once again, sighing to myself. The weekend's going to be tough.

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Saturday came by in what seemed like only a few minutes, unlike the classes I've had the past week.

Greyson said he's coming to pick me up at around 12 noon, but I guess this time I don't have to dress to impress.

Remembering back to the last time I went over to his house, I shuddered, thinking how naive and gross it was. I quickly threw on some shorts and a t-shirt with a pair of sneakers and waited near the door.

I saw his car roll up onto the driveway and decided to head down to the apartment building's front door.

"Uh, hey Greyson... you're here right on time." I said, trying to make conversation so it wouldn't feel too awkward. Luckily Greyson had the same idea and answered back,

"Yeah, I mean usually I'm pretty punctual with times." He gave a nervous laughter, making me wonder, why is he nervous all of a sudden?

The drive to his house was pretty smooth, we made some small talk, while most of the other times I stared out the window, letting the breeze hit my face.

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When the we arrived, I quietly stepped inside the house, hoping to not make so much noise, as Greyson told me his little brother was sleeping.

Thinking back to the last time I came over, I took in everything that was around me. Last time, it was in the evening that I came over, so I wasn't able to see his garden and other ornaments hung around the house.

Greyson led me to his room, once again and told me he'd come back with refreshments. As soon as he left, I took that time to look around his room, still not wanting to uncover his 'deepest, darkest secrets' or anything like that.

His room was simple and quite plain, with a light blue wash of colour for his bedroom walls, a wooden bookshelf on the right and his bed on the left. He had a minimal amount of pictures near his bedside table, one in particular was with Mikaela. Hmm, are they like a couple of something?

Greyson soon came back with two cups of water and sat down immediately next to me, but first, he went over to his bedside table and faced the picture of him and Mikaela down.

Interesting...I thought to myself.

"Well, let's get started by playing a game of 20 questions." He started the conversation off.

Surprised by his choice of games, I answered, "Sure".

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Heya peeps.

Yah, very long update sorrryyyy, but I feel like the story is just so cringey and cliche. UGHHH I cannot.

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