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Hey y'all!! I was randomly inspired to make a story that sounds like it'll turn all romance-y but they turn out to just be friends, so yeah here it is... 

*Warning: It is very wattpad-esque*

It's the first day back from summer, and needless to say, no one is exactly having the time of their life. The start of the day goes as any other first-day-of-school. "Hi everyone! I'm your teacher! I hope we can have a great year!" Every class attempting to seem the most exciting except a sole teacher who doesn't give a shit and will prove to be unmemorable. 

Finally, the bell rings for lunch. After shoving through the usual throng of popular female snails and upcoming hallway porn stars, you make it to you and you're friends' usual spot on the hill. Several of them are already there, and they seem to have been caught up in the buzz that's somehow captured the school. You're yet to find out what it's about. Lunch is generally where you learn everything important that's happened in the beginning of the day.

Sure enough, your best friend, Avery, tugs your arm and shoves her lips to your ear. "See that guy over there? Don't look!"

"Avery, how am I supposed to see him if I don't look?"

"Imma rephrase that." She's pulled away enough that you're speaking face to face with her, albeit extremely close. "There's a guy over there who is the hottest thing I've ever seen."

Ah wonderful. Another E boy. Avery's amazing, and you love her, but her taste in guys—your entire school's taste in guys—is pretty unexciting. 

As if she knows what you're thinking, she retorts, "No, I promise, he's super pretty." You generally prefer using pretty and beautiful for guys because you feel like handsome and attractive and all those have sexual connotations. 

"So is there anything cool about him?"

"Yeah, he's super funny. And he's easy to have a conversation with. I sat next to him second period. And he's British." When you two were younger, Avery used to solely describe people physically, but she's developed a habit of noticing their personalities too. Maybe it was maturity. Who knows?

"He sounds cool," you agree. 

In the spirit of America, lunch ends unreasonably early. As you're getting up to leave, you see the boy Avery was talking about. He's conventionally attractive. Tan skin. Blond hair. Muscular but also kind of skinny. Like if Chris Hemsworth, Zach Efron, and Shawn Mendes had a love child that got their good traits.

He had a white polo on with the buttons undone and khaki shorts. Unlike some of the guys, this one at least understand that tight polos looked much uglier than loose ones.

Yeah, he was pretty pretty. 

"Didjaseehim??" Avery grinned. She looked like a small child at Disney world or something. To sound like a grandma, it was endearing in a way.

When you walked into history, the seating chart was already projected onto the whiteboard. You were in the second-to-last-row next to the windows. Under the seating chart, it said to introduce yourself to your "table buddy" and tell them a random fact about you.

Well, your "table buddy" wasn't there yet, so you idly started doodling on your notebook. By muscle memory, your hand started outlining a dragon. All of last year, you'd filled your papers with dragons, and you'd practically forgotten how to draw anything else. It would be a cool subtle sign to other aces, but you seemed to be the only one.

As you finished the face shape, someone plopped down next to you. You looked up. It was the Hemsworth-Efron-Mendes kid. 

"Hi, I'm Dominic." 

"You're Scottish?" His accent was a bit softened from being in America for a bit, but still unmistakably from Edinburgh.

"Yeah." He glanced at the board and grinned slightly. "I guess that's my random fact. What're you drawing?"

I lifted the notebook, which now had the entire detail-less body to match the head.

Dominic's face seemed to scrunch up like when you're deciding whether or not to admit to a teacher you didn't do the homework or say you left it at home. "You really aced that one."

...

"It was a piece of cake."

His eyes widen and then yours. FINALLY. 

"YOU TOO?" You hadn't meant to scream it, but Holy Fuck. He nodded, torn between shushing you and screaming as well.

"Wanna get cake sometime or something?"