No. You're not. Being the quiet kid with anxiety make it impossible for you to be satisfied. But that's about to change with a certain blonde who you happen to have a project with.
(THERE IS NO ROMANCE HERE, THE READER IS SUGGESTED TO BE AGES 15-18...
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I slumped in my desk chair, leaning back and letting out a heavy sigh. Fuck economics. I'm like 80% sure I failed that test. Stupid teachers who can't teach shit.
My brain was pretty much empty, the buzzing of a headache hitting the back of my skull. I rubbed at my eyes, letting out a long wail full of depression and tiredness. A buzzing from my phone pulled me away from my fit of self pity.
jacob: HEY ARE YOU BUSY RN
xxx-xxx-xxxx: that depends
xxx-xxx-xxxx: what do you want
jacob: NEW COFFEE SHOP DOWNTOWN
jacob: wanna come 👀
xxx-xxx-xxxx: i aint walking the whole way there
xxx-xxx-xxxx: you better come to my house
jacob: BET
jacob: DROP THE ADDY
"Damn it." That was meant to deter him, not egg him on. After typing out my address, I peeled myself off of my chair, moving to go put my pants back on. I picked out a pair of black slides and shoved my wallet in my front pocket, thumping down the stairs. I locked my front door and sat on the porch, waiting for the familiar head of brown hair to appear.
Lo and behold, after ten minutes, he turned the corner with a big grin. I noticed that we both were wearing yellow, though mine was a lighter shade. His was a saturated yellow.
"Twins!" He pointed between us, grin charming. I rolled my eyes, getting up from my seat.
"Sure." Jacob pouted at how done I looked and hooked an arm around my waist, making me tense up on instinct.
"C'mon. I'm sure this coffee is great! I know a lot of my friends go there after school." And then we were off. "How was your day? I can tell it hasn't been too nice to you."
"Good God, no it hasn't." He laughed at my honesty, his chest rumbling against my side. "Economics sucks. I never want to hear the word monopoly ever again."
"Mr. Baker's a bitch. I get it. Last year, he gave us a quiz on something we learned at the beginning of the year, then got pissed when no one remembered it."
"Dirtbag."
"On God." As we neared the busier part of town, I felt my anxiety creep back in.
He's holding you around the waist. Do you think he can feel your lack of muscles?
"Are you okay? You're getting quiet again." I blinked in shock, glancing at the boy next to me. His eyes were full of warmth and concern and he even squeezed my side lightly. "Not that it's a problem."
