Opposites Attract // h.s. [ ON HOLD ]

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♡ Megan's P.O.V. ♡

Mr. Boris is still looking at Camille, Niall and Harry. I think he's having a debate in his head. And dang, this suspense needs to end right now. Don't you just hate the suspense when you're really nervous about something? Well I do!

"Just pick!" I shouted from frustration.

Everyone's head turned towards me with wide eyes. It's not that I swore! Mr. Boris looked taken aback from my sudden outburst. I might have or might not regret it. I squirmed under everyone's gaze. It really made me uncomfortable. Niall, being the 'nice guy' decided to clear his throat making everyone look away. Mr. Boris composed himself then cleared his throat.

"Megan and Niall, Harry and Camille."

At last!

Niall and Harry stood up and exchanged seats. Niall gave me a crooked smile before sitting down beside me. I returned a shy smile then turned my attention to Mr. Boris.

"We're gonna do something that has something to do with atoms and theories," Mr. Boris started.

Mr. Boris took out a box under his table then shook it. "This box has your names- not all because you're gonna share one name with your partner so...there are only sixteen names in here."

"What are we gonna do?" Jefferson questioned.

"Mr. Jefferson, I'm not yet done." Mr. Boris replied with a straight face.

I'm starting to get used to it-Mr. Boris' weird attitude.

"After you pick out a name, list down your thoughts about him or her. I need at least five words."

"Any questions?"

"None." We mumbled.

"Okay, I'll go around now then." Mr. Boris went to the first table.

I turned to Niall who's choking. He looked at me then I saw something in his eyes. There were tears in his eyes which threatened to spill as he kept on chocking. What's happening? His face was turning red and it clicked. Niall's trying to hold in his laughter. Oh. I gave him a confused look then he pointed to where Harry and Camille were sitting.

I slowly looked at them and to my surprise, Camille is trying to- I don't know what to call it- mate?

No. Seduce. My brain corrected me.

Camille's lips found its way to his cheek. When I witnessed it, a feeling which is foreign to me crept in every part of my body, spreading faster than a deadly venom. Then I found myself shooting daggers towards Camille and my right hand gripping on the edge of the table.

"Jealous, are we?" Niall snickered.

"No," I answered while turning my attention to Niall.

"Babe, you don't need to deny it. I can see it in your face." He smirked.

"No Niall." In my surprise, my tone was stern and firm.

"Sign number one!" Niall grinned.

"Wha-"

"And lastly, your paper!" Mr. Boris cut me off with a smile on his face.

He walked away then Niall snorted. I gave him my serious glare to shut him up but he ended up laughing in my face.

"Let's just do this." I sighed angrily.

"Okay, so who did we get?"

I grabbed the paper from the table and opened it slowly. My eyes widen as I saw the person's name.