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Luke

"You may now get on with the work," I snapped my head up as I realised I hadn't been listening. I worriedly looked to my right but Macy was talking with her friends, so that left the new boy.

"Um," I cleared my throat as I focused my attention on Michael, "excuse me?" I coughed again and Michael looked up with his piercing green eyes, making my eyes widen in awe.

"What do you want?" Michael asked, annoyed.

"Wh-What do we have to do?" I questioned, awkwardly.

Michael

"Wh-What do we have to do?" the pretty blonde boy asked, clearly a little intimidated by me because of the way I'd snapped at him. I immediately felt bad about doing that when I saw his innocent awkward smile.

"Write a- are you okay?" I asked the boy quickly.

"Me? I'm Luke," he blurted.

"I asked if you were okay, you're..." he was blushing. His cheeks tinted a cute shade of pink as he fumbled to close his bag after realising it was open.

"I'm fine," he breathed.

"We have to write a summary of our ambitions, it's some new project thing," I chewed on my bottom lip as I waited for his response and his eyes flickered to the floor as he blushed an even darker shade of pink, "are you sure you're okay?" I chuckled.

"Are you okay?" Luke giggled, running his fingers through his hair.

"Yes, Luke I'm fine," I laughed, "do the work." I smirked at him before continuing writing the assignment. I glanced over to Luke and he was staring blankly at his paper.

"Luke you have to write about ambitions..." I reminded him.

"I don't have any," he mumbled quietly and I frowned.

Luke

"I don't have any," of course I had ambitions. I was going to be the best fashion designer in the world but I couldn't tell him that. Rule number one: don't show your interests.

"Bullshit, I'm sure you have at least one," Michael said suddenly, "like... football? I don't know... What are your interests?"

"Football," I blurted quickly, too quickly.

"Okay so write about that," he said cheerily, clearly happy with himself because he thought he'd helped me. I couldn't rain on his parade like that so I just thanked him and began writing some crap about football.

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