Dust

Embarrassment

        Grant P.O.V

Monday, the day everyone dreaded for mostly because of school. Except for me. I actually love school, mainly because I get to see him. Sadly, it's the only way I will ever get to see him until we graduate. I don't know what lured me to him. Maybe it was the way his gorgeous smile always lit up the room, the way his eyes lit up everytime he laughed, or maybe that glorious arse of his. I swear I'm kidding about that last detail. But how can I not bring that up? Not my fault it's.. out there. 

Back to the topic. Let's just say he was everything I ever dreamed of. It sucks though because I have no chance at all with him. Hell, he probably doesn't even know my damn name. Or maybe he does. Oh who am I kidding, he probably thinks I'm a complete freak or something since he always catches me staring at him during classes. If I had a dollar for every time he has caught me drooling at him, I'd be bloody rich right now.

Speaking of drooling, here I am, daydreaming and staring at him from my seat in the back of the class. I must say.. He sure does look very fine today.

I wonder if--- "Excuse me, Grant. Please stop daydreaming and pay attention to what I'm saying here, will you?" said angrily the "living-satan-on-earth" teacher, Mr. Stylinson. God, I hated him and this class. It was so boring. Who needs to learn this stuff anyways? I looked up in annoyance and noticed that every single person from the class was staring at me, some even laughing. Even he was staring. Jeez, way to go ahead and embarrass yourself, Grant.

"As I was saying, I have listed who each of you are partnered up with for this upcoming project. As I say your names, please go ahead and take a seat with your assigned partner." Oh great, a project. I wasn't stupid or anything. I got average grades like most people here did. I just really hated having to sit through these classes for hours and hours.

While names were being announced, I noticed that I wasn't called yet. I hope I got a decent partner for this project. Please don't pair me with one of those annoying girly--

"And lastly, Grant and Drake. Please go to the back and sit with Grant, Drake." 

Oh my lord, please tell me I'm just dreaming right now. Someone please do me a favor and punch me in the face, in hopes of me waking up from one of my impossible daydreams. I honestly don't know how to feel about this. I'm quite excited that I'm paired up with him, yet at the same time horrified. 

My thoughts are interrupted as I notice another presence approach the seat right next to me. Looking up, I saw his gorgeous brown eyes looking at me, and see that he is grinning at me. My god, he is absolutely amazing. 

"Hey, you're Grant right? I'm Drake"