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“Ugh, I hate Mondays.”
You walked down the halls with your friend Cheshire [A/N: Author- Partake in highly indulgent self-insertion into the story.]
"So who do you think you're gonna be placed with for the big English project?" Cheshire asked, playing with one of the MLP:FIM pins on her backpack strap.
"Oh, that English kid seems like he would be nice..." You trailed off. Cheshire looked at you.
"Be careful. Whatever happens, it's always the hot foreign kid."
"But-"
"ALWAYS...the hot foreign kid. Trust me, hon. Anyways, I hope I get placed with Dirk or Karkat..." You two walked into class and sat down at your usual seats next to each other. The teacher walked up to the front of the classroom with a piece of paper in hand.
"Alright, I've assigned you all partners for the upcoming project. Note that this is an out of classroom project and you will have to work together on your own time. Now, here are your partners, listen carefully: Jade and Karkat, Aradia and Sollux, Equius and Nepeta..." She listed the pairings in a monotone voice. Somewhere in there you heard "Dirk and Cheshire" and a strange squeaking noise come from said Cheshire to the side of you. Soon enough, she was finished saying all of them but yours.
"And...of course, _____ and Jake." You stopped zoning out to focus on what she just said.
"See what I mean? It's always the hot forei-"
"Cheshire, what did I tell you?" The teacher said dangerously.
"Sorry."
Everyone was getting with their partners now, and a murmur filled the room. You still didn't believe you were placed with your crush. That is, until he sat down in the desk in front of you and leaned over the back of the chair.
“So, I guess we’re partners, huh?”
You nodded, suddenly feeling quiet.
“Hey, it’s alright, I don’t bite.” He chuckled, and you felt your face heat up.
Dammit, even his laugh is sexy.
“So, who should do what?” You said, trying to create a conversation while pulling out the packet. He looked at it, confused.
“There was a packet?” You giggled.
“Yes, she gave it to us on Friday!”
“Ah, must’ve forgotten about it then. Say, do you have next period free?”
“Yeah, why?”
“Great, we can use it to talk about what we’re going to do then. We’ll use classroom A-103, okay?”
“Okay, great! I also know a great place in the library to research, if you’re free after school?” You added.
“I’m afraid i’m not free today, but we still have the rest of the week, right?” You agreed, smiling.
The bell rang, signifying the end of class. You saw Cheshire get up with Dirk and walk out talking about anime and their project. [A/N: FUCK YEAH] Just before they left, Cheshire gave you a thumbs up.
“Remember, the Winter Dance is this Friday!” Your teacher spoke above the talking students. You didn't pay attention to dances, no one ever asked you anyways.
“So, want to head to the classroom?”
“Oh, yeah, let’s go.” He got up, offering you a hand. You grinned, he was such a gentleman.
“So, why did you come here?” You asked pulling a jumbo-sized pencil (you had bought them thinking they were regular) out of your pencil case.
You were sitting next to him at a table at the back of the classroom, papers spread out in front of you. There were multiple other groups in the room, with the occasional MLP reference coming from the back where your brony friends were.
"Well, I decided that I wanted to move closer to my friends, so I packed my bags and flew out here. My only family, my grandma, died when I was young, so I guess I just got lonely out there.”
“Oh, i’m so sorry.” You said, wanting to reach out and comfort him.
“Eh, it’s alright. I’m here now, with yo-all my friends.”
“What was that?”
“Oh, I said with all my friends.” He said, blushing a bit.
You smiled back at him, your wrist slipping and hitting the edge of the table. The impact flicked your wrist and flung your pencil (eraser-side, thank god) into Jake’s eye.
“Oh my god! Are you okay?”
“Yes, i’m quite alright, just took me by surprise really,” He said, cupping his eye and wincing a bit. The bell rang, and people were packing up and going to their next class. “Well! Time to bid our goodbyes, I suppose. I’ll meet you at the library tomorrow after school? Actually, we’ll walk there. So i’ll meet you after last period, more like.” He laughed.
“Yep. See ya!”
This boy will be the death of me.

[chumHandle] began pestering stormingDraconequus at 3:15 a.m.

[CH]: Hey.
[CH]: Hey.
[CH]: Hey.
[CH]: Waking you up at 3 a.m.
SD: Implying I've g--o>ne t--o> bed.
[CH]: You really need to stop the late night Tumblring.
[CH]: Remind me, what’s that weird thing you put with your o’s?
SD: Seri--o>usly? We've g--o>ne --o>ver this multiple times.
SD: It’s a cl--o>ck hand.
[CH]: Is that because of your steampunk time travel obsession?
SD: N--o>!
SD: ...yes.
[CH]: Okay, this is all beside the point.
[CH]: I need some advice.
SD: With what?
[CH]: Relationship advice.
SD: --O>h my g--o>d y--o>u’re t--o>tally in l--o>ve with Jake.
[CH]: I’m not “totally in love” with him, but yeah, I like him a bit...
SD: WHEN’S THE WEDDING.
[CH]: Jeez! He doesn't even know I like him, calm down.
SD: --O>kay, --o>kay.
SD: Has he sh--o>wn any signs --o>f interest?
[CH]: What?
SD: Blushing, l--o>--o>king int--o> y--o>ur eyes when you speak, stammering, etc.?
[CH]: Well, he did blush once, but then I hit him with a jumbo pencil.
SD: --O>mg y--o>u d--o>rk
[CH]: It’s a long story.
SD: _________, that kills pe--o>ple!
SD: Well, n--o>t kill them, but y--o>u get what I mean.
SD: B--o>ner kill.
SD: *wink w--o>nk*
[CH]: Are you going to help me or not?
SD: S--o>rry, s--o>rry.
SD: But just update me with what he d--o>es and i’ll analyze it f--o>r y--o>u.
[CH]: Are you telling me to stalk him?!
SD: Well, DUH.
SD: H--o>w else will I kn--o>w what’s happening?
[CH]: Alright, i’ll look out for those, but i’m NOT stalking him.
[CH]:Goodnight.
[CH]: Who am I kidding, you’re not going to bed.
SD: Right y--o>u are, my friend.
SD: G--o>--o>d luck with Jake.

stormingDraconequus ceased pestering [chumHandle] at 3:35 a.m.

{Timeskip brought to you by Aradia Medigo because the author can’t write for shit}

“I knew you would stalk him.”
“I can’t help it!” You said, half-heartedly eating your sandwich. “He’s just...captivating is the right word, I think.”
“Well, you could always tell him how you feel...”
“NO!” You almost screamed. It was good it was loud in the lunchroom, because you really didn't need a room of staring people on top of your mounting sexual frustration.
“Okay, have you talked with him recently?” Cheshire asked.
“No, I haven’t had any classes with him yet.”
“Well, just ask me if you need any advice, okay? And don’t worry, i’m sure he’ll like you, even if you’re sometimes the most annoying fucker ever.” You smiled, but you still weren't so sure.

{Another Time skip because i’m lazy}

“Hey, _____!” You heard the Brit’s (or was he Australian?) cry from the end of the hallway. He ran up to you, stopping in front of the door. “We should go, we’re already behind by a day.” He took your hand and pulled you to walk along side him. Your heart felt like it was going to burst from the massive amount of butterflies in your stomach.
“Are you alright?” He asked. Oh no, why must his concerned face be so adorable?
“Yeah, i’m fine. Just a bit nervous is all.”
“Really? Why?”
“Oh, I don’t know...” You said, still fully aware of his hand in yours.
“Okay then, let’s keep walking. There’s no time to lose!” He tightened his grip on your hand and yelled, “Adventure!” You laughed.
“Adventure!” You yelled together, and you ran down the street with him.

The rest of the week went by quickly, you and Jake becoming close friends.
“Hey, are you going to the dance tonight?”
You looked up and saw Jake standing over you. He smiled, tilting his head and looking down at you with a hopeful look.
“Nah, I was gonna stay at home and work on the project.”
“Oh,” He looked down, looking like he was suppressing something. “Well, i’m going, and it would be great if you came too! Just...something to keep in mind.” He said. You nodded. Someone called his name and he ran off, leaving you with your hopeless feelings.

You sat in an empty classroom, finishing up the English project. Suddenly the door opened and Jake walked in. His eyes wandered to you and he smiled, then frowned.
“I thought you weren't going to be here?” He was dressed in a black suit with a dark green undershirt and can you just say HOT DAYUM.
“I, uh, decided i’d be able to focus better if I worked in school.” Truthfully, you had just stayed to sneak free food from the gym.
“Really? Then tell me how you got the pile of chips.”
Shit.
“I...” You stammered. Jake chuckled.
“I’m just playing.” He took a seat beside you, just like on the first day you two spoke.
But it was different this time. Quieter, and calmer. You two knew each other now, and what would've been awkward a week ago was almost peaceful. The dull thumping of bass from the music, the florescent lighting and Jake’s soft breathing made for a strange, serene, and oddly comfortable setting.
“Alright, last slow song of the night, people! If you wanna slow dance, slow dance now!” The DJ’s booming voice rose through the floors. Jake stood up and offered you his hand.
“May I have this dance?” You took his hand and stood with him, blushing.
“Didn't you ask someone to the dance? Or did someone ask you?” You asked, placing your hands on his shoulders.
“I was going to ask this girl out, but I kind of get flustered around her.” He muttered. You thought you noticed his face turn a shade red.
“Well, i’m sure she’d love you.” You assured him.
“Well, then could I ask you now, or is it too late?”
Your face froze in what was probably the most unattractive face one could make when their crush was asking them out.
“Oh, n-no, it wouldn't be too late, I-I mean if y-you think-” He cut you off by pecking your lips gently.
“Great. While we’re on the topic, would you like to be my girlfriend?”
You blushed brighter than the spotlights they put up in the gym. Nodding slowly, you leaned in to kiss him again. “Love you, _____.” Jake murmured between kisses.
This had to have been the best week of your life so far. And with Jake, there were going to be many more.

[Extended Ending:]

“Oh fuck yes! You owe me fifteen bucks.”
Cheshire and Dirk turned away from the door.
“Hey! You said it was ten.” Dirk protested.
“Fine, ten. But only if you marathon My Little Pony with me.”
“Deal.”
They walked off, arguing over who was best pony. and concluding that this is the shittiest ending i’ve ever written