You sat in your homeroom on the second month of that school year waiting to receive your school picture. "Y/N?" Your teacher called out. You shot your hand up and your teacher walked over to you. Nervously, you took the picture out of his or her hands and slowly look down. You inspected the picture only to see that it was absolutely horrible! "When are retakes?" You asked. "December 15th, Miss Y/L/N." Your teacher said to you.
You tell yourself not to forget that date because you weren't about to let this picture be the the yearbook or in anything for that matter.
A few moments passed and you felt a paper land on your hand that was resting on top of your desk. You grabbed it, confused, and unraveled it. It read: You don't have to retake it because you look beautiful in it."
You looked over to my right and saw a blonde boy smiling over at you. You returned it, "Thank you but that's a total lie. You're..." You started before he jumped in, "Luke." He finished for you. You nodded, "I'm Y/N." You told him. You turned to face forward again and let the few more minutes of school roll by. Suddenly you felt another paper fly its way onto your desk. You grabbed it and it said, "Text me sometime? I'd love to get to know you some more. My number is **********"
