Bo P.O.V
The teacher began speaking. Explaining how her class wasn't going to be easy and we'll do a lot of writing and blah blah. I tapped my pen, ready to get this done. Just words words words. I drew on my notebook. She came around and handed out a thick packet. Words. "Alright get started on analyzing those poems" So I did. Read the packet of fucking words.
Y/N P.O.V
I hate maths class. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. This teacher is an asshole. He doesn't shut up. He refuses to help, and he assigned so much fucking homework for the first day of school. Ugh. I powered through the work as best as I could. I'm sure I'm very wrong but what do you expect from a student who has never excelled in math in an advanced maths class. I'm already concerned about my grades, and the year hasn't even started yet. Already have bullies, homework, and stress. Man what a year this is gonna be.
A/N: IM sorry! Its been almost 2 years for a short shitty chapter! I will do a better one next week! It's planned out and everything! I promise it will be done then! I'm sorry this isn't the chapter youve been waiting for!
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We Think We Know You [Bo Burnham x Reader)
RomanceY/N is a Creative, H/C and Shy Publisher from [Insert wherever you were born here} . Her life is going nowhere until she meets Bo Burnham, a Medium, dirty Blonde man with a passion for Comedy. Y/N takes an instant disliking to Bo and the Pathetic an...
