the player | denis stoff

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"Oh sweet jesus." I mumbled to myself, laying my head on my desk.

"What's wrong, buddy? Do you not want to be my partner?" He asked, giving me a fake sad puppy look. I glanced over at him, sending a glare. He smirked.

Denis Stoff was the player of Brooklyn High. He has every single other girl under his grasp. He can make any girl fall in love with him except me.

I frowned. "What did I do to deserve this?" I asked, making Denis chuckle. Denis has been trying to get me to like him since we met. I don't know why, but I was one of the first girls he tried to get.

"Brighten up, buttercup. We'll have fun." He told me, obviously quite amused by my behavior. We both looked back up at the teacher when he started talking again.

"So, this year, we're starting it off with a fun project; The moon. Over these next two weeks, you and your partner will be studying the moon, taking notes, and making a presentation. It is recommended that you go to either of your houses, and record data there. Any questions?" Mr. Quinn informed us.

While he was talking, I swear, I saw Denis glance at me from the corner of his eye. It was quick though, making me wonder if it actually happened.

"Go ahead and use these next few minutes while I pass out supplies to discuss with your partners what your want to do." He dismissed, and I turned to Denis.

"Whose house are we going to?" I asked. I wanted to get the best information for grading. Denis shrugged. "We could go to your house." He answered. I nodded, before drawing again.

"Can we start today, maybe? You know, for early notes?" He asked, looking at me. I nodded.

"Sure. I'll have to call my mom and tell her you're coming over after school though." I told him. He didn't seem to mind. I pulled out my sketchbook while waiting for Mr. Quinn to bring out supplies.

While drawing, I saw Denis watching. I looked over at him, raising an eyebrow. He looked away, staring at his pencil. Confused, I went back to drawing. Why was he interested in watching me draw?

Mr. Quinn set our supplies on my desk, and I put them in my bag, while I was putting them in, the bell rang. I frowned, trying to get my backpack closed so I wouldn't be late.

Finally giving up, I picked it up and carried it, holding it close so it wouldn't spill supplies out. Denis left before me, probably to go pick up another girl.

-----------Timeskip To Lunchtime 🖤

Sighing, I sat down at an empty lunch table, waiting for Angel. Kids swarmed into the cafeteria quickly, the sound of laughter and chatting overlapping with each other. The normal cafeteria.

"Emily! Hi!" A smile danced onto my lips, as I turned to see Angel come up, and take a seat by me.

"Hey! How are your classes?" I asked, turning to face her. Her stories never failed to make me laugh, and right now, I was needing one.

"Okay, second period, sucks. Mr. Newman is really creepy. He calls us all 'sweethearts' and spends too much time staring at Ashley's.. you know." She told. I cringed.

"Glad I don't have him this year." I muttered, disgusted. She nodded sadly, before continuing.

"But you know who's in that class?" She asked, now a huge grin playing on her lips. I looked at her confused.

"Ben Bruce. The Ben Bruce." She told me, and my mouth fell open. I crossed my arms.

"You're lucky! I got stuck with Denis Stoff as my lab partner for the WHOLE year." I frowned, looking at her. Instead of making a disgusted face like I thought she would, she giggled. I raised a eyebrow.

"What are you gigging about?" I asked, confused.

"The fact that you don't know yet."