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Albert x Reader | Absolute Hatred

I begin walking to my class. Senior year has got me working 24/7, so the bags under my eyes have grown 10x larger. Finals are in three months, so I've been studying non-stop. 

While walking, I feel a pair of arms wrap around me and pick me up. All I do is sigh, knowing exactly who it is. My arch nemesis. Albert DaSilva.

"Heya, Y/n/n! How's ya weekend been?" He asks in his thick New York accent, making everyone turn their heads to look at us.

"Leave me alone. I need to get to class," I say in annoyance.

"Aww, come ahn! You need tah take a break! All you ever do is study. When will you make time for me?" Albert asks with puppy dog eyes. I turn away from him. He knows how easily annoyed I am when people get in my way of studying.

"Albert. I will say this one more time, I need to get to class," I say. He whines and buries his face in my neck.

"Ya no fun. Why don't you ever wanna do anythin' otha than studyin'?" He asks, finally setting me down. I shove his face out of my neck and brush the blush off my face.

"I'll have fun once I have get into a nice college and have a nice job," I say with a sigh.

"Well ya know what dey say... Take a break and get away~!" Albert sings in his beautiful- I mean- annoying voice.

"Did you just quote Hamilton- Nevermind. I'll just keep going non-stop, because I'm not throwing away my shot. And I won't be satisfied until I blow them all away. I best be going, I'd say no to this again and tell you to go away, but we both know that you'll be back," I say and turn around, starting to walk away.

I hear Albert gasp from behind me. And he says, "I'm so proud of ya!" I let out a chuckle as I step into my class.

I know I hate him, but I can't stop blushing when I'm around him. I hate my body for acting this way, even though I can't stop but feel happier with him. But the only way I can get rid of my feelings is by avoiding them.

I brush off my thoughts and continue to pay attention to the teacher, writing down every point she makes about the subject we're learning. I then hear the door open and turn my head to see none other than Albert DaSilva.

He scans his eyes around the room and we make eye contact. He then smiles and walks over, taking a seat at our shared desk and making me turn my head to avoid looking at him.

"Hey, Y/n/n, guess who just joined AP physics?" He asks, which makes me groan. I decide to rest my head down to avoid looking at him. But as soon as my head meets the desk, I feel my eyes begin to close.

Once I open them again, the bell has just rang, signalling me that I need to go to my next class. 

"Shoot!" I yell, realizing that I didn't write anything for 90% of the class. I ignore my worry and shove everything in my bag and run off to my next class. 

As soon as I make it to math, I take out my notebook again, skimming to the next page. But as I pass the page I didn't finish, it seems to have everything that Ms. Prath said. And at the very end of the page, it reads, "I saw that you fell asleep. And judging by the bags under your eyes, you're welcome ;)"

I begin to blush just reading the extra note and turn the page, trying to block the thought out. My real question I want to ask him is why he did that? If he wanted to tease me, he would have just written "Sucks to be you" or something like that. But he helped me.

Is there a chance that he likes me back? No. No way. That can't be. No one's ever liked me back, and he's no exception.