"Everyone, meet Raven. Her and her family just moved here, and a few of you might have already met her in some of your other classes. I expect you'll do your best to make her feel welcome." Mr. Ramone, the teacher for our study hall, finishes and gestures for me to take a seat. My feet feel as though they are stuck in fat ice cubes, keeping me pinned to the floor, and my eyes are still stuck to Conan. Like my eyes are a magnet and he is the fridge, anytime I try to pull my gaze away it is pulled back even more violently, completely stuck to him. I don't realize that I am zoned out in front of the class until Mr. Ramone clears his throat and my attention snaps to him. Muttering a quiet "sorry", I make my way to the only available seat in the room: a chair next to Conan.
"Is this seat taken?" I ask weakly, gesturing down to the chair, which Conan is resting his feet on.
Staring up at me, he replies, "Yes, but this one isn't." He pulls a chair out of his red leotard and sets it in front of the desk. Sweat suddenly lining my brow, I sit down.
My hands shake being so close to Conan, and I wonder what he thinks of my new Gucci sandals. I flex my foot in the hopes of getting his attention, but he just continues working on his homework. Looking closer, I see that he is coloring in a Barney coloring page. Sorta hot, sorta not. I think to myself, scooting my chair closer to the desk and pulling out my homework.
"Dumb biology," I mutter, writing "Conan" at the top of my paper with a heart.
"Biology isn't dumb," Conan whispers back. I jump, not realizing that he heard me. I turn my head to see that Conan is two inches away from my own face, the smell of bagels and cream cheese on his breath.
"Oh, I know," I answer, pulling my face away. "I love biology, it's my best subject." I hope he doesn't hear the lie in my voice.
Conan's eyes travel down to my paper, landing at the top. "I think you got my paper somehow." He snatches the paper from my desk, pointing to his name that I wrote on the top. He shoves the paper in his desk and my throat goes dry, but I make no attempt to get the paper back. I turn back to my own desk, pulling out math homework instead. I write "Conan" at the top of my paper with a heart, smiling slightly. I hear rustling beside me, and look up to see Conan pulling a five foot hoagie out of his leotard. He takes a big bite, mouth overflowing with pickles, onions, and meat.
"Not enough mayo," He says through the food. He reaches into his leotard again, this time pulling out a container of mayo. He dips the top of the hoagie inside, completely smothering it. I can't pull my eyes away as he bites into it, mayo covering his face from his mouth to his nose.
He groans. "That's the good stuff." He dips the hoagie again. "You ever dip your ho's in mayo?"
"Conan, language please." Mr. Ramen (or whatever his name is) says from the front of the room.
"Spanish!" Conan shouts out.
"That's-that's not what I meant." Mr. Rutabaga says, sitting down in defeat.
Conan swallows the rest of the now three foot hoagie and stands. "Well, I gotta dip. And I don't mean 'dip my hoagie in mayo.'" He laughs to himself, although no one else does. Sticking the entire desk in his leotard, he runs out the door, ignoring Mr. Relish's protests. I stare at the empty spot where he had just been. My heart feels empty with him gone, but I remind myself that I will see him soon. When he's teaching me gymnastics. And that's...kinda hot.
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Sequins and Somersaults: A Conan Gray Fic
FanfictionRaven's dad's job has required her to move again; this time to a boring little town in Texas. She has only been there for about a week, but she knows that there is, like, totally nothing that could make her want to stay here...right? After joining a...
