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      »❝juliet❞ —cavetown

Sapnap's never been this in love.

Sure, he's had crushes, he's hooked up with chicks, but nothing has even come close to what he's been feeling lately.

To be quite honest, Sapnap feels like a middle schooler again. His emotions are heightened and his thoughts all revolve around Karl. And every time he thinks of that kid, his breathing hitches a little, his heart pounds in his ears, and he swears he'll do anything for him. He's never been this out of control of his life.

Sometimes it scares him. Depending on someone like that, it takes a lot of vulnerability. So sometimes he stays up late at night wondering if he should push Karl away. This isn't right, Sapnap would think to himself. I shouldn't need someone like this.

But no matter how hard he tries, Sapnap knows deep down that he'd never be able to. Every single time he makes eye contact with him it sends him spiraling down a deep tunnel of dizziness. He spaces out in class, thinking about how Karl's lips felt on his. I'm obsessed. 

That's why it hurt so much when Karl started avoiding him.

It was subtle at first. Whenever Sapnap would make eye contact with him in the halls, he would wave, but instead of waving back, Karl would just look away. It left Sapnap with a hovering hand slowly falling back to his side with defeat.

Sapnap would never admit how much it hurt.

"I turned in your essay."

Sapnap looked up to see Tommy sitting across from him at the lunch table. Right. He was at lunch. Maybe he should stop spacing out so much.

"Cool."

"I used one of my old ones and changed a few words."

Sapnap's eyes shot up in alarm. "Did you change it up?"

Tommy shook his head. "Teachers are too lazy to check for that stuff."

"Tommy!" Sapnap whisper-scolded. "They just got a new program that identifies shit like that! They don't even have to do anything!" He explained quickly and urgently.

Tommy's eyes widened. "Fuck, really?"

"Yes!" Sapnap groaned and slapped his hands onto his face in defeat. He knew that he was done for. I hope I only just get a 0 and a lunch detention out of this.

"Mr. Craft, 12 o'clock."

"What?"

Sapnap looked around for what Tommy had referenced, but by the time he spotted him, it was too late. Mr. Craft didn't look angry, he just looked a bit exhausted when he approached their table. "Sapnap, may I have a word with you?"

Mr. Craft. The English teacher.

Sapnap shot a glare at Tommy as he stood up from the table. When Mr. Craft turned away, Sapnap flipped up his middle finger. Tommy winced and mouthed an "I'm sorry" right as Sapnap turned back around to follow the teacher.

The walk was awkward for Sapnap. He wasn't really good with talking to people of authority, so his brain felt a bit gooey under the presence of Mr. Craft. He couldn't figure out where to put his hands. If he swung them as he walked, he felt like a monkey. But if he stuffed them in his pockets, he would look like a douchebag. He tried to do an awkward hand-hover thing but he just looked like a psychopath. So he resorted to crossing his arms in front of his chest and stiffly slouched forwards.

They ended up in the English classroom, Mr. Craft shutting the door behind him. If Sapnap didn't know any better, he would feel threatened by being in a closed-door classroom with a teacher, but everyone knew that Mr. Craft wasn't like that.

"I assume you know why you were brought here?" Mr. Craft inquired as he sat behind his desk. He gestured to the chair in front of the desk. "Please, sit."

Sapnap swallowed thickly and followed his orders, seating himself directly in front of him. Play it cool. "Um... not really." Wow, good job. That was really convincing Sapnap. He tried not to hit himself in the face as he watched Mr. Craft lift an eyebrow.

Mr. Craft cleared his throat and set a packet of paper on the desk. It had Sapnap's name at the top. "This is the essay you submitted," He explained. "I have reason to believe it's plagiarized."

Sapnap licked his lips nervously and felt his leg start to bounce.

Mr. Craft leaned forward in his seat slightly. "So I'll ask you this once; did you cheat on your essay?"

Something about the way Mr. Craft stared at him just made Sapnap want to tell the truth. "Yeah," He admitted sheepishly. Besides, he was caught red-handed. "I copied it. Sorry."

Mr. Craft let out a hum and sat back in his seat. "Is there a reason?"

Sapnap shrugged. "I'm just... not very good at English, I guess."

Mr. Craft nodded slowly. "Alright. Then that settles it."

Sapnap gave him a look of surprise. "Really? That's... that's it?" He questioned. Unbelievable.

"Yep. We'll start our tutoring lessons tomorrow."

Sapnap did a double-take. "Woah woah, hold on now. Tutoring? I'm good, sir."

Mr. Craft made a noise of disapproval. "But you just said that you're struggling with my class. I'm more than happy to help."

Sapnap was at a loss for words. This guy really just trapped him in a corner. "I hate to break it to you, sir, but I don't need a tutor," He insisted with his eyebrows knitted together.

Mr. Craft smiled. "It's okay to need people sometimes," He replied coolly.

Sapnap thought about his words for a moment, his face softening temporarily. Maybe he's right. A little part of him really wanted some help with his English, but the other part of him, his tough side, knew that he couldn't depend on somebody like that. "I'm sorry, Mr Craft, but I can't take you up on your offer," He decided aloud.

"Hmm." The hum is a bit more passive-aggressive this time. Sapnap isn't sure what to think. "I guess I'll just have to take this essay up with the district. Plagiarism is a serious thing, kid."

Sapnap's eyeballs felt like they just fell out of his sockets. "The fuck?" He said in utter surprise, not even comprehending that he just swore at a teacher. "You wouldn't!" He accused.

Mr Craft smirked. "If a student is unwilling to better themselves in my classroom, then I have to assume they'll plagiarize again," He pointed out. "Therefore, it's either I tutor you, or you receive district punishment."

Sapnap stared with his jaw hanging open. Is this guy serious right now? Sapnap eyed him down, trying to find one sign that he was bluffing. One little nose scrunch or flicker of the eyes would give him away. But much to Sapnap's dismay, Phil Craft's face stayed as serious as can be.

With a sigh, Sapnap shoved his face into his hands. "I guess I'll see you tomorrow, Mr Craft."