Imagine…
you’re sitting in algebra class and your teacher tells everyone to stand up. 
"Alright, there’s a new seating chart. In this first row, Casey, John, (Y/C/N), and (Y/N)."
Your crush looks at you from across the room and smirks. He brings his stuff over to the desk in front of you and sits down. You slowly sit down also and put your stuff down. He turns around and puts his elbow on your desk. 
"Looks like we’re gonna be algebra buddies for a while," he smiles.
"Yup, I guess so, " you say, raising your eyebrows.
"(Y/C/N), turn around," your teacher scolds. He stares at her before slowly turning back around.
There’s 5 minutes left of class and you put your work away. Your crush turns back around to face you and he smiles before saying anything. He lays his arms across your desk and his arms grace your hips. 
"So, how’s your day going, beautiful?" He asks.
"Um," you laugh nervously, "It’s going pretty good, what about yours?"
"It’s great now that I’m talkin’ to you."
You feel your face flush with red and your palms get sweaty. You try to keep your nerves down but he’s staring into your eyes, basically holding you. He picks up a strand of your hair and twirls it around his finger. 
"I like your hair, it’s a nice shade of brown," he admits.
"Oh, thanks," you giggle.
The bell rings and you start to stand up. He holds out his hand and waits for you.
"Walk with meeee," he whines.
You take his hand and walk out of the classroom with him. He drags you to his next class and stand in front of the door. He turns to face you and he grabs both of your hands in his. 
"I like you, alot, (Y/N)."
"I like you too."
"Really?" He asks.
"Well, yeah," you laugh.
He swings your arms back and forth. He’s staring at the ground and you can tell he’s nervous.
"Well, I should probably-"
He cuts you off by kissing you. He’s let go of your hands and now their pressed against your back. A piece of your hair falls down and he pulls back and softly moves it back. 
"You’re mine, alright?" He smirks. 
You laugh and put your forehead on his chest. 
"Alright," you smile.

Imagine…

you’re sitting in algebra class and your teacher tells everyone to stand up. 

"Alright, there’s a new seating chart. In this first row, Casey, John, (Y/C/N), and (Y/N)."

Your crush looks at you from across the room and smirks. He brings his stuff over to the desk in front of you and sits down. You slowly sit down also and put your stuff down. He turns around and puts his elbow on your desk. 

"Looks like we’re gonna be algebra buddies for a while," he smiles.

"Yup, I guess so, " you say, raising your eyebrows.

"(Y/C/N), turn around," your teacher scolds. He stares at her before slowly turning back around.

There’s 5 minutes left of class and you put your work away. Your crush turns back around to face you and he smiles before saying anything. He lays his arms across your desk and his arms grace your hips. 

"So, how’s your day going, beautiful?" He asks.

"Um," you laugh nervously, "It’s going pretty good, what about yours?"

"It’s great now that I’m talkin’ to you."

You feel your face flush with red and your palms get sweaty. You try to keep your nerves down but he’s staring into your eyes, basically holding you. He picks up a strand of your hair and twirls it around his finger. 

"I like your hair, it’s a nice shade of brown," he admits.

"Oh, thanks," you giggle.

The bell rings and you start to stand up. He holds out his hand and waits for you.

"Walk with meeee," he whines.

You take his hand and walk out of the classroom with him. He drags you to his next class and stand in front of the door. He turns to face you and he grabs both of your hands in his. 

"I like you, alot, (Y/N)."

"I like you too."

"Really?" He asks.

"Well, yeah," you laugh.

He swings your arms back and forth. He’s staring at the ground and you can tell he’s nervous.

"Well, I should probably-"

He cuts you off by kissing you. He’s let go of your hands and now their pressed against your back. A piece of your hair falls down and he pulls back and softly moves it back. 

"You’re mine, alright?" He smirks. 

You laugh and put your forehead on his chest. 

"Alright," you smile.

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