What Are You Hiding?

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Long chapter guys.

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Previously on 'What Are You Hiding'

"Kevin?"

"Hmm?"

"What do you think?" He said pointing to something on the screen. Were his eyes always this blue? It can't be his natural eye colour. It's a very bright and pretty shade.

"Yep. Looks pretty good to me."

"Ok." He continued to type things.

What's the matter with me?

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Kevin's P.O.V 

I can't really like Double Dork! Right? I mean, he's a guy! And I'm not like that! I'm into chicks. Like Nazz, hot cheerleaders with those mini shirts and big tits.
And even if I was into guys, which I'm not! I would never go for a guy like Double Dork. He's a total dweeb!
People like me step on people like him.

I looked at him as he continued typing, his eyes were focused on the screen. Nope, I could never like him, I can't believe I even thought that for a second. I must be tired or something. Maybe schools getting to me. I don't know how these thoughts even slipped my mind. I almost jumped when I heard the bell ring. Double Dork put back the computer.

"Don't forget to do your share of the work! I wrote on your arm the things you have to research while you were spaced out!" He said running off to his next class. He did what?I looked at my arm and saw a bunch of words written in neat handwriting all across my arm. "It's so you won't forget! See you tomorrow."

That little shit. When did he do this? After class I took a pic of my arm and then went to the washroom to wash off the words. I scrubbed and scrubbed but it wouldn't come off. What the hell did he use to write with??

"It's so you won't forget!" That little shit meant for this to happen. He probably figured I wouldn't do my part of the assignment, which he was probably right.

Edd's P.O.V

I noticed how "out of it" Kevin was, I was just hoping that he'd do his part of his work. I told him over and over what I wanted him to do tonight, but it didn't seem like he was hearing a word I said. I thought that I'd write it out on paper so he wouldn't forget, but I figured he'd just toss the paper or rip it up. Then, I got an idea, probably not a good one since I'm exhausted. I wrote out a list of things I want him to research on his left arm in my special permanent market. One that was advertised not to wash off or smudge if you accidentally spilled water on your papers. I figured if it was written on his body then he'd definitely see it. To my surprise the whole entire time I wrote it on his arm he didn't move away, or protest, or question what I was doing. He didn't seem to even noticed I was writing on his arm. I also left him my phone number so we can text each other about the project. So we can share the information and plan when we can meet at each others houses to work on it together.

Kevin's P.O.V

After 10 minutes I still couldn't get the writing off my arm!
I read what he wrote on my arm. Just a bunch of useless stuff he wants me to look up! What what's that? Numbers?