𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 ✧ 𝐝.𝐭.

you're not a nerd ; ethan dolan

[ i honestly don't know 🤷🏻‍♀️ ]

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ETHAN.

i heard the bell above the door jingle.

my head snaps up and my eyes meet with hers.

it's y/n.

she flashes a small smile at me and walks over to the records.

i felt my heart drop to the bottom of my stomach, does she know me?

i'm just one of those nerds at school, no one knows me.

literally.

i watch her look for some records.

"which record do you recommend?" i heard her say.

"w-what are you into?" i gulp.

"anything." she shrugs her shoulders at me.

"um." i get up from my chair and walk around the front desk.

i felt her eyes burn holes into my body.

"i personally like american teen," i try to look for the blue vinyl record.

"by khalid?" she asks me.

"y-yeah. him." i flip through the pieces of cardboard.

i pull the vinyl out and hand it to her.

she examines it for a second and holds it against her chest.

"any other ones?" she looks around the store.

"i really like currents by tame impala." i point to the record on the wall.

"i love tame impala!" she smiles.

i couldn't help but smile with her, it was so contagious.

"i just got a record player, i needed some records for it." she laughs a little.

"nice, i've always wanted one of those."

"you don't have one? why do you work here then?" she asks me.

"i need money for it. my parents won't but it for me." i smile at her.

"right."

there was a couple seconds of silence.

"hey, isn't your name ethan?" her eyebrows knit together.

"um, yeah." i gulp.

"you're the quiet guy in my math class!" she says.

"yup, that's me." i feel my cheeks get warmer by the second.

"no wonder you looked so familiar." she hugs the records.

"y-yeah, i'm that quiet nerd in every class." i shrug my shoulders.

"hey! you're not a nerd." she nudges my arm. "i'm gonna admit it, i'm one too."

"but you're the popular one? that doesn't make sense."

she rolls her eyes. "that's what's annoying about being "popular". it's annoying and everyone thinks you're supposed to be all dumb and shit. it's not true."

"being "popular" is probably the most stupid stereotype in school, i really don't know why i am." we both walk to the front desk.

"you hang out with all the poplar guys and girls at school. and you're really pretty too." my eyes widen when i realized what i just said.

"thanks. you're pretty cute too." she smiles.

i feel my cheeks turn red.

i scan the records and give her the total.

she gave me her money and i gave her the change.

"so i'll see you at school tomorrow?" she asks me.

"um, yeah." i smile.

"great." she places her hand on top of mine and walks out of the store.

i collapse on the chair and smile to myself.

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this is ew 😤😔