fuckboy ✦ wolfhard

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"okay class," mrs. denor clapped her hands. "today i'd like to introduce our new student."

i continued sketching on my paper, barely listening. new students weren't anything special, just more to avoid. as you might have noticed, i'm certainly not the most popular at my school.

the teacher cleared her throat. "ashley, put your pencil down" i groaned internally and looked up to see a tall boy. his dark eyes looked around the classroom, almost seeming bored with the students before him, or lack thereof.

"everyone, this is finn wolfhard. his family just moved here from california!" she smiled and turned to him. "why don't you tell us a little about yourself, finn?"

i looked him over a couple times. he wasn't bad looking. not at all. his dark eyes and dark hair went well together with the clash of his pale skin. he was dressed in all black and almost seemed to have an intimidating factor about him. he surprised me by looking at me and winking.

shrugging, he said: "there's not much to tell. i'm from san diego, california. we moved here on a, uh, job opportunity for my dad." he smirked slightly. "that's about it."

"wonderful! does anyone have any questions for finn?"

someone in the back of the room asked, "what does your dad do?"

"wouldn't you like to know?" finn squinted, almost seeming defensive. at that point, i picked up my pencil and started sketching once again, yet i couldn't get my mind off of him.

i'd never felt so weird about a stranger, but then again he winked at me. my heart fluttered at the thought and it was right then, i knew everything had changed.