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Transfer Slip
Mika was waiting by Bose’s locker, giddy with excitement. Despite having just celebrated an amazing Valentine’s Day with her boyfriend, as of late, Bose and Mika rarely got to hang out due to their busy schedules. But that was all going to change once Bose handed Mr. Schwoz his transfer slip.
Last Friday, Bose informed her that he was transferring into her AP Lang class. They were now going to be able to spend a whole class period together! Since Mika read all the books on the class syllabus this past summer, she lent them to Bose in case he ever wanted to take a look at them in his free time.
If anyone had ever found out that she did that, she would be forever labeled a teacher’s pet. Who would willingly choose to read the class readings over summer break and then bother to offer them to their significant other to read? Even for Mika, who loves school, the whole thing could come off try hard and strange.
But the real reason Mika lent Bose her books was because Bose and Mika couldn’t help but bond over the beauty that is literature. Bose was especially fond of classic gothic literature and poetry. The saddest part was that most people would have never guessed that Bose actually read her book recommendations. Bose didn’t have to assume what people thought of him, most people just bluntly objectified him and it hurt Mika’s feelings at how people just assumed that with his looks and muscles, Bose was the stereotypical jock. No brain and all brawn. If only people could read the lovely notes he wrote her, that would surely shut them up.
This was all to say that after she sent him her notes, he was able to get caught up in the course fairly quickly.
Mika watched as Bose came into view. He was rounding the corner of the hallway and like he could sense her, he lifted his head. She watched as his exhaustion from the day instantly disappeared as he made eye contact with her. Mika’s smile widened as she saw his reaction.
Bose was a walking sex dream. Despite wearing an oversized hoodie, Mika could make out his defined muscles. His flowy hair framed his, chiseled and handsome, face perfectly in its loose and wavy state. His vibrant eyes held her in a trance and she watched him zero in on her.
Taking her in, Mika was dressed in a comfy pink sweater and was wearing her favorite jeans, the ones that fit her just right. Her hair was in an intricate style and she had butterfly clips adorning her head. Bose’s gaze slowly raked over Mika’s figure and he couldn't help but be transported back to last Friday. His cheeks violently blushed as he recalled Mika’s Valentine’s Day gift to him.
Mika had set up a beautiful indoor picnic in her bedroom. She had spent hours and hours cooking and baking some of his favorite snacks and treats, all just to make the day special for him. Bose couldn’t help the heart eyes he gave her whenever he was in her presence. The entire night was great and he was just so happy he finally got to spend time with her after they had been apart for so long.
Bose felt his whole body heat up as he remembered her last gift to him. How soft Mika’s hair felt between his fingers, her expressive eyes, and the sinful sounds she made. Bose kept replaying that night over and over again. He had never felt so wanted and admired as he watched Mika go down on him. As if she could read his mind, Bose watched her smile become coy and a blush spread across her face.
Quickening his steps to reach her, Bose was abruptly cut off by none other than Shelby Cummings.
“Bosey!” Shelby shrilled. “I feel like I haven’t seen you in years!” Bose shuddered at her high-pitched voice. “Have you been hiding from me?” Shelby asked sensually while twirling her long blonde hair, making sure to jut out her chest.
Bose tried to take a step back and move past her but she had already foreseen that coming and moved closer to him.
Looking up, Bose could see Mika’s irritation, at Shelby’s interruption, coming off her small frame in waves. It was no secret that Mika hated tolerated Shelby. Bose tended to ignore her. He was usually indifferent to her incessant flirting in the past, but with each new encounter, she only seemed to escalate her flirting tactics.
Centering his attention back on Shelby, Bose gave her the standard white boy smile and let her know that he was running late to his class. Shelby pouted her lips and attempted to offer to walk him to his class but Bose easily dismissed her as he faked a right turn and pushed past her, yelling a “no thanks” over his shoulder.
Shelby watched as Bose made his way to his locker and Mika. Her once chipper mood soured by watching their interaction. Shelby stared daggers into Mika’s head before quickly turning her attention back to her phone and notifying her friends of her latest interaction with Bose. Make sure to skip the unfavorable parts.
“Hi, Bose” Mika finally greeted, “are you ready for class!”
“Hi Mika,” Bose said in a similar giddy manner. He had been looking forward to this class all day. He even spent all night working on discussion questions just in case he was cold-called.
After grabbing his books and closing his locker, Bose and Mika made their way to class. Teasing Mika, Bose attempted to hold Mika’s books for her, but she squirmed away, causing them to bump into each other’s shoulders. They continued this back-and-forth game until their giggles and playful shoving were called out by the nearest teacher for being too rowdy. After apologizing, Mika meaning it and Bose not so much, the pair pretended to straighten up their act until they rounded the corner and lost it in a fit of laughter. By the time they made it to class, nearly getting a tardy, Bose and Mika had tears in their eyes.
Mika’s mouth hurt from all the smiling she was doing. As they shuffled into class, avoiding eye contact with one another so as to not start another round of laughter, Mika sent a quiet thanks to the universe for somehow getting them together again.
Now realistically the universe couldn’t be in charge of a seating chart but in the back of their mind they knew that even if they were on opposite sides of the classroom, at the end of the day, they were still together.