2- Oliver

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When the bus arrives at school, me and Amelie jump off together and run into our classroom hoping the new boy will be there already. He's not. The classroom is cold and I say really loudly "It's fucking freezing in here!"
My dumbass forgot to bring a sweater. (A/N: when I typed sweater the first recommended word was weather and that makes me happy)
James shouts from the back of class that I can borrow his hoodie. What a simp. "I think the fuck not you simp." I stick up my middle finger and sit in my seat like a bad bleep. James had always had a thing for me and I had always hated him, he was so annoying.
As I sat in my seat, Amelie kicked my ankle. "Ow what was that f-" I stopped mid sentence and looked to the door way.
He was here.
"Hi, I'm oliver" he said with his deep masculine voice. Just the word hi had given me butterflies. "Hi, I'm y/n" I said looking into his deep brown eyes. They looked back into my e/c ones. His hair was just long enough to cover his whole forehead, apart from a small bit that went over his left eye. I almost exploded. I realised I had been looking at him for ages and quickly looked towards Amelie, who winked at me and signalled towards oliver. He was still looking at me and I had to shove a piece of gum in my mouth to stop myself from screaming. He was so hot I thought I might melt.
My teacher, Mrs Anthony, came in and said hi to him. "You can sit next to y/n" she said and I almost died.
He sits down next to me making me blush. He's smiling at me and I can't help but smile back. "You look cold" he says looking right through my eyes into my mind. "Yeah I forgot to bring a sweater." I said "I have a terrible memory" I actually don't I just needed a reason other than the fact I was too busy fussing over looking good for him.
"What lesson do you have first period?" he asks me. I check my timetable, "Math, which means you have it too"
"Can you help me find M6?" He asks looking quite shy.
"Of course!" I smile at him. I keep smiling until I see his wrist.

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