a/n this is short & just to get this in motion, so
i sat in my desk, struggling to keep my eyes open as i sat through math class. i didn't have friends to 'subtly' pass notes to during class, so i decided to write poetry.
i let out most of my emotions in my writing, it brought me comfort knowing the thoughts were on paper rather than exploding in my mind.
ten minutes into the class a boy walked in, he looked familiar but i don't think we've talked before.
he took the only open seat, which coincidentally happened to be the one beside me. he seemed to glance at me, but i didn't pay much attention to it.
as the teachers voice drained the life out of me with how mono-toned it was, the boy turned to me.
"hey" he said with a slight smile.
"hi?" i questionably responded.
"how're you?" he asked
it took me a few seconds to contemplate answering him or not, i felt like it was some practical joke or something as it was the only reasonable explanation for a decently looking guy talking to me.
"im fine..." i responded with an uncertain tone.
"okay, let's get to the point. my name's finn, and i was just wondering if you were busy tonight? not for me, i'm taken, but for a good ol' friend of mine" he said in a whisper tone.
i didn't have anything better to do, so i might as well say yes. but for all i know this could be a secret plot to ruin my life and embarrass me.
i just stared at him as i muttered out, "i..yea..well no..i mean..sure...i don't know..."
"i'll take that as a yes" he said passing me a paper for me to write my number on, "i'll text you the details, what's your name?"
"y/n." i responded, unsure and weirded out at the whole situation.
"alright y/n, dress nice for wyatt." he said before turning back to face the board.
who the fuck is wyatt. i thought to myself.
