↳˳⸙;; ❝ nxt university/high school.ᵕ̈ ೫˚∗:
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╰────────✬ ❝ a new student was enrolled
in the black and gold university and was sent into
a classroomwhere they called the WORST SECTION.
There you have bad boys, bullies...
I side-eyed Mia and Keith cuddling as they walked down the hallway. I shot a glance at Dream hanging his arms around Bianca's shoulders. It seems like everyone's looked delighted and I hate the fact it makes me wonder, does having special someone feels great?
No Taynara. It'll just give you diabetes. I shut my locker closed and stormed to the classroom. I thought this would be another same old boring day but when I reached my chair, I saw unfamiliar things appeared.
I furrowed my brows at multiple books above my desk, which is clearly not my property because I'm holding mine. I roamed my eyes to see who on Earth put their books on someone's desk.
I checked the Chemistry book to see the name of the owner after I found nothing suspicious around. Oh, dear. Since when did he become an attention seeker because I have a feeling that he did this on purpose.
"According to Perfidy Life.blog spot, the chemical formula for love is C8H11NO2 + C10H12N2O + C43H66N12O12S2 dopamine, serotonin, oxytocin."
I shook my head as I heard a voice behind me. I crossed my arms and turned around, seeing Kyle loves-to-have-red-marks O'Reilly wearing chemist shades. WTF?
"It can be easily manufactured in a lab, but overdosing on any of them can cause schizophrenia, extreme paranoia, and insanity." He proudly added as he sits on my chair.
"Wow. You finally grow some brain cells on your cerebrum."
"Yes or no, did Leonardo da Vinci painted Mona Lisa?" I shot glanced at him when he randomly asked that. I don't know if the world turns upside down or is it just Kyle's high on drugs?
"Yes. Duh!" I answered and sneered at him.
"Yes? Did you just say yes?" He asked for confirmation as he took off his shades, revealing his eyes, hickory as rich as the earth's soil, stained with the color of hot chocolate on a cold winter night.
I nodded to make it simple. Then he suddenly clapped his hand and looks so excited. What a weird guy.
"YES? YES! Thank you for accepting to be my tutor again!" He exclaimed as he opens his book in eagerness.
"Hey! What the hell? I didn't agree about that." I stated as a frown breaks onto his face.
"Please, Taynara. I'm sorry for making your head hurts last time but I don't wanna repeat this year. I promise I'll be a better student and I'll be a good listener now." He begged in a cute tone of voice.
"But you seemed happy and improving with the help of self-proclaimed smartest student Johnny Gargano. So no thanks, O'Reilly."
"It's not true. I couldn't get what he's saying all the time. I couldn't find a better tutor than you. So hit me with your rolled paper or yell at my face on how stupid I am... I don't mind, just please be my tutor again?"
I was stunned when he suddenly grasped my hand, still begging for my attention. I bite my lower lip on how sincere he is right now.
I thought teaching Kyle O'Reilly wouldn't be hard. But I was wrong. Even though how many times I stabbed the formula on his brain, he couldn't sink it on his mind. I'm so tired of that.
But here I go, staring at his cute, little innocent face, melting under his gaze, couldn't formulate a response and worse, I couldn't even reject him.
You're too irresistible in my eyes. Why is it too hard to turn you down, Kyle?
【 MATT RIDDLE's POINT OF VIEW 】
The slim Brazilian classmate of mine kicked me out from the classroom after I invited Kyle O'Reilly to join with me in a TikTok video. I just wanted a TikTok buddy. Taynara even said I was a distraction from Kyle's study moment.
I waited for someone outside who might be interested. A wide smile automatically appears across my face when the British Stallion arrived, hanging a thin khaki towel around his neck.
"Morning, bro!" I greeted my new friend Peter. I stopped from entering the room and took a glance at me.
"There is nothing good about mornings, especially when it comes from the person who made me a bad record on the office." He glared at me. I blocked the way before he could step inside.
I frowned and grasped his shoulders, "I'm sorry about that, bro. I didn't mean to. I just wanna have fun like Cyndi Lauper..." I trailed off.
"Don't bother me anymore." He said in a thick British accent as he rolled his eyes. Mmmm music to my ears!
"What did you say again, bro?"
I looked at me in confusion and he sighed, "I said don't bother me anymore."
Mmmm that's it bro! Music to my ears! I couldn't get tired of hearing his beautiful voice. It makes me want his voice to be my phone ringtone.
"Ummm could you say it again, bro?" I asked, twiddling my fingers in a circular motion as I keep nudging him. He rolled his eyes and walked away, going back to the hallway.
"Hey! Where are you going, bro?! This is our classroom!" I yelled as I pointed out.
"Hey! Excuse me." An unfamiliar face boomed into my sight as she gestured her hands 'move away.'
She has a short, shades of blonde, straight hair, wearing a sleeveless black top, black shinny leggings, and she's even wearing tomato ketchup on her lips.
"Good morning, a new classmate." I greeted at her, making her rolled her eyes.
"What the hell, Matthew? It's me, Rhea."
"RHEA?!!!" I dropped my jaw as I observed her appearance for today.
"MAMMA MIA!" I heard Dream freaked out, removing his three-eye shades. Bianca on the other hand, twirling her hair, wearing a wide smile on her face.
IT CAN'T BE?! AM I DREAMING?!
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