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You were sitting in class. It was the last period of the day, and you were tired, but you didn’t want to fall behind on your work
You continued doing your worksheet on your desk. It was math work, which you didn’t mind. Math wasn’t that bad, you were just happy it wasn’t English work
You felt eyes on your back, and you turned around. A couple of desk away, a blond boy with glasses was looking at you, but he quickly turned back to his worksheet, avoiding your gaze
‘That’s… odd’ You thought. You shrugged it off and went back to your work.
Maths Sheet
32 x 8 = ___
19 x 25 = ___
83 - 16 = ___
8 x 8 = ___
62 x 0 = ___
416 - 72 = __
917 x 615 -184 = ___
You continued looking at the work, you wanted to try and not have to use a calculator, but you guessed you would have to with the last question, but you decided to do the ones you could.
256
475
67
64
0
344
You quickly wrote your answers down, and went to reach for a calculator inside your pencil case ‘hm..? Where’s my calculator?’ You sighed and put your hand up
“Yes, Y/n?” The teacher looked at you “Uhm… I need a calculator” you spoke with some hesitation, knowing that your teacher didn’t like you very much
“I don’t have one. Ask your classmates” your teacher huffed and went back to typing on their laptop. You groaned and turned to the class (you’re in the front row, closest to the door) “Does anyone have a calculator I can quickly borrow..?” You looked around the classroom, but no one answered
“Y-you can have mine” The blond boy who was staring at you earlier spoke up with a blush on his cheeks. You were reluctant to take it from him, since he was basically the class pervert, and who knows what he will do with the calculator after you use it?
“Yeah… thanks” you got up from your desk and walked over to him, taking the calculator “I just need it for my last question” you walked back to your desk and quickly put the question into the calculator
917 x 615 - 184 = 563,771
You quickly wrote that onto your sheet and walked back to give the calculator to the boy. He took it from your hand, his fingers touching your palm. He seemed to be exited at the feeling of your hand, which made you feel weirded out
“Thank you” he spoke softly “yeah, no problem” you walked back to your desk and sat down, deciding to stare at the clock, you had nothing else to do anyways
“Y/n, do your work. Stop slacking off” your teacher looked at you “I’m already done it” you replied, hoping your teacher would let you just be, since there was 5 minutes left in class
“Stop back chatting me, young lady. You just earned yourself a warning” your teacher really seems to hate you. Whatever. “I didn’t backchat, I replied” you huffed, rolling your eyes “detention at lunch tomorrow. Meet me here when the bell goes” your teacher glared at you
You banged your head on your desk and decided to pack up, not like your teacher could stop you anyways. You put your pen in your pencil case and put your worksheet in your book. You then put your pencil case and book in your bag. You waited another minute while you stared out the window, but the bell ringing startled you
You and the rest of your class stood up “Y/N, you’re going last” your teacher just wanted to make your life hell, huh? Not happening “fuck no” you muttered and booked it out the door, pushing a kid over in the process. You didn’t care though, you just wanted to go home
You made it to the bus lines, and waited for the teacher on bus duty to call the seniors on the bus first. You weren’t a senior, but you walked past the teacher like you were heading to the gates. When the teacher looked at her watch, you quickly jumped up on the bus, taking the 7th seat on the left side of the bus, your favourite one
Soon all the other kids started to pile on, including the blond boy from your class. You knew he got on the bus, but he gets off after you, so you had no idea where he lived. You liked yo keep track of who lives where, just in case something happened. The blond boy decided to sit next to you, when there was 3 other open seats. You side eyed him and could see he was blushing
“Uh… hi?” You decided to speak to him, since you had nothing else to do “O-oh! hello!” He quickly muttered, putting his bag on his lap, you looked away from him. He sounded like a nerd and that bored you. You took your phone out and decided to scroll instagram reels
You liked a lot of random things, so the first reel you came across was an old man dancing. You liked the reel and scrolled, the next reel being an AI pigeon saying the N word over and over. You hearted the reel and scrolled. You continued this for the next five minutes
“Uhm… could I get your instagram?” The blond boy looked at you. He was shaking and his face was a bright red
“No” you looked at him, then back to your phone
“O-oh..” he looked upset, but you didn’t care. It wasn’t your problem
“This is my stop, get up so I can get out” you looked out the window, then to him, hoping he’d move so you could get off
“U-uh, yeah. I can do that” he got up but still kept his bag in front of his crotch. You’d seen men do that before when they got randomly erect, but you don’t think his was random ‘weirdo’ you grabbed your bag and got off the bus, heading home for the day. It was only Tuesday, so it was going to be a loooong week
Let’s just hope detention goes well tomorrow