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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 sighed in her chair as the English class started. She picked at the peeling varnish on her desk, waiting for the class to settle down and wondering what their next assignment would be. She felt something hit her white high top converse, looking down and realising it was a ball of screwed up paper. She kicked it away.

On the rare occasion Boris turns up to class and fills the empty desk behind Y/N, he always seems to be doing something annoying- like throwing paper balls. Y/N ignored it most of the most of the time, but deep down she would like it if he was paying particular attention to her or going out of his way to annoy her that day- because she wanted him to pay attention to her.

"Okay class your next assignment will be partner work I'm afraid. And before you ask- yes, I am choosing your partners since last time a lot of you didn't seem to think that it was necessary to do your actual work." The teacher said.

Y/N hated partner assignments, a not because she was super antisocial or anything, but the fact that the majority of her shitty school consisted of kids with parents issues and trauma, or drug addicts, the chances were that she would get a shitty partner. This didn't settle well with the rest of the class either, as chatter emerged from the sleep deprived teenagers.

The teacher, who seemed as dead inside as some of the students, started to read out the assigned partners. Y/N's head picked up from the desk she was leaning it on when her name was called out.

"Y/F/N and Boris Pavlikovsky."

As much as she liked the excuse of being able to see Boris outside of school, she was nervous that she would seem desperate and that Boris would just blow off the assignment. She turned around to see the Boris was already looking at her with his brown, sunken eyes, his messy hair hanging around his face. He had a slight smirk tugging at his pink lips, as he leant back in his chair and looked her up and down, then smiled.

Oh my god.

Was he- checking her out?

Now even more nervous, Y/N smiled back at him then turned around to pay attention to what the assignment was.

"I want you to find the most interesting place in Nevada. Research it's history, it's origins, take pictures and drawings and answer the questions on the sheet. And I don't want one line answers please, at least a paragraph each question. You need to spend at least 2 hours there. And I want effort. Visit it together, with proof, and work together. No slackers. Or you get a F. No compensating."

Well at least she could actually spend time with him. It's not like she was forcing him to do anything written. Just visit the place.

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The evening sky was laced with stars that twinkled every now and then, the park desolate and eerie. Y/N sat down on the swing, taking a breath of relief that she had escaped her house. The arguments kept getting worse, and she felt as though her mind would explode or her tongue would slip. Either one would be certain death. She didn't care that she was in her pyjamas and converse. She didn't care that her hair was in messy waves. She was just relived. Her thoughts were interrupted by a car pulling up next to the park, the blaring lights illuminating the path. The window rolled down to reveal her project partner, Boris, with his messy curls and a kitten T-shirt. She walked over.

"What are you doing here?" Y/N asked, leaning on the car door.

"Taking you somewhere. For the project. I thought it would be more fun at night."

"You're lucky your hot." Y/N replied, jumping in the passenger seat and shutting the door.

Boris smirked to himself, leaning back on the chair with one hand on the wheel, his other hand running through his hair.

After a while, they arrived at the place that Boris still hadn't told Y/N. It was a lake, shining under the dark sky.

"What are we supposed to do here?"

"I don't know? Go skinny dipping?"

Y/N chuckled to herself. They both got out of the car and walked nearer to the lake, sitting down on a jumper Boris had pulled from the back of his car.

"So you aren't taking up the offer of skinny dipping?" Boris asked.

Y/N was bored of her life. She was bored of being single, bored of never having been touched by boy in her whole life. She stood up, pulling off shoes and shirt. Then she pulled down her shorts. Shivering in her underwear, Boris studied her, looking her up and down, with that darn smirk on his face.

He stood up and took his shirt off.

"You know Boris, my friends talk shit about you a lot but I would never admit to them that I always thought you were hot. And that you are probably good in bed." Y/N confessed.

"Well why don't you test that theory out?"

"Too bad I'm about to go swimming then instead?" Y/N replied, quickly tearing off her underwear and leaping into the lake before Boris could see too much.

Not long after, Boris had jumped into the lake, swimming towards Y/N. The faces each other, looking into each other's eyes and both wondering what the other thought of them. Boris tucked a piece of hair behind Y/N's ear then putting his hands around her waist and pulling her closer. Y/N rested her arms on his shoulders, her hands creeping into his hair. It was cold and dark and sexual tension pricked the air. Boris leaked into Y/N, hovering around her lips, inches from kissing her. Y/N swallowed hard, and leant in, giving into the wait. Boris missed the kiss, his head dipping into her neck. He kissed her neck, long and hard, definitely leaving a mark as Y/N tugged at his hair. He kissed her neck more and more, Y/N wrapping her legs around his waist, making Boris groan.

And let's just say, Y/N didn't think her life was so boring after that night.

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