Chiseled jaw, flowing Hazel hair, deep brown eyes with speckles of gold in them, this boy could have been sculpted by Greeks. Deacon grew redder and redder as the boys eyes locked onto his. He held the gaze for a few seconds, then tore his eyes away. Deacon reluctantly followed suit, though not without regular glances at him.
"You've got a crushhh" leanne teased.
"Shut up" Deacon replied, sneaking another glance at him.
About 5 minutes later a blonde girl strode up to the table and placed a piece of paper face down on the table. Leanne immediately snatched it up and read: "Dear cute boy, meet me in the bathroom. Then it's a phone number, then three little kisses how cute" leanne teased (she did that a lot). Deacon blushed with blood he didn't even know he had, half of it rising to his warm cheeks. He clumsily stood up, and saw the boy cutting away from his group. When he saw Deacon staring, he sent him a quick wink, which sent his heart soaring.
Deacon bumbled out something incoherent and stumbled of towards the bathrooms.
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The quadratic formula
HumorDeacon is less than excited for his college trip to hegarty headquarters, however when he meets a mysterious stranger, his fractions are divided.
