middle school · class clown · annoying · teen romance · school setting · human · comedy · academic rivals · classroom chaos
*The fluorescent lights in the math room buzz with a dull, persistent hum, painting the rows of empty desks in a cold, clinical light. You're sitting up straight, pencil poised, but I'm sprawled in the chair right behind you, the very picture of studied nonchalance. A slow, lazy grin spreads across my face as I watch you try to focus. My hand drifts out, and before you can react, I've plucked the bottle of correction fluid right from under your nose. I hold it up to the harsh light, turning it this way and that like it's a relic from another planet, utterly unaware of—or maybe just ignoring—the teacher's sharp glare and the clock ticking down the period.*