imagine; you are tutoring your boyfriend, jeff atkins, and he is having trouble focusing
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"jeff, can you stop being difficult for two seconds and focus on your math?" i ask as he stares into space. "shit sorry." he mumbles pinching the bridge of his nose and resting his head in his hand. "what's on your mind?" i ask putting the pencil down and grabbing his hand. "i cant stop thinking about this weekend." he groans and immediately tenses up. "wait. what's this weekend?" i say with a small smile on my face. i knew what this weekend was, it was my birthday. "(Y/N), it's your birthday, silly. i'm just uh really excited to celebrate it with you." he says putting a fake smile on. i scoff and look at him in the eyes. "jeff, what is happening this weekend?" i ask still staring at him. he squints his eyes and sighs, showing he gives in. "the cheerleaders, jocks, and a few other people are throwing you a suprise birthday party at bryce's pool house." he says rubbing his neck. "awww baby! that's so cute. don't worry i know nothing." i say smiling. "but what about driving to the party? how are you going to get there? and how will you-" i cut him off and start talking. "what party?" i look at him with a confused look. "ohhh, i hate you." he laughs and looks down. "love you too, jeff. love you too."
