3- Sneaky: Like a ninja

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WILL POV-

The night pass the two friends and only radio silence from the blind date from the previous night, Will is ecstatic the dates have stopped for a while, no more dates and he was promised a motor bike,

He now sits in his first class of his third year, Will sighs explaining everything to Max who sat by his side asking questions about the date, she chuckles asking for the finer details, other groups of people look at them, some roll their eyes, others inching closer to hear the juicy gossip, Will lowers his voice so no one could hear him. The room was small only about fifty people were in his class and of that at least ten didn't show up to the lesson as it was so early in the morning.

The pair stop when the front door of the auditorium swings open, in walking a tall raven haired male. Will squints his eyes gaining a closer look at his professor; the same stylised mullet, the same cheekbones, the same pale skin. Will's eyes widen, feeling a rush of adrenaline he ducks down in his seat startling the whole row

"What in the hell are you doing?" The redhead whispers sternly

"Max that's the guy" Will panics

"Which guy?" The redhead rolls her eyes scanning the room

"The one I went on a date with" Will whispers louder. Max remains quiet for a moment digesting the situation Will is in, she quietly chuckles, placing a hand on Will's head

"Whoever it is probably doesn't even know it's you, you wore a disguise remember" the redhead explains slapping her lips, slightly ducking in her seat

"I need to get outta here" Will straggles to his feet,

"Will the lesson has started" Max warns

Will sneaks close to the ground crawling out the aisle, leaving his bag and books at the desk determined to get out unnoticed, Mike turns around to introduce himself to the class. The chestnut-haired boy panics, absentmindedly throwing himself into another row to avoid detection

"Well hello there" a curly haired boy blinks his eyes

"Sorry! I'm hiding" Will whispers, a nervous smile on his face

"I can see that, and why?" The boy questions

"The teacher" Will whispers

"The what?" The boy whispers back at a louder volume causing a girl from the row infront to turn her head

"I'll explain later" crawling out the room Will jumps up cursing himself reaching the door. The chestnut haired boy leans against the door; a breath he didn't know he was holding in releases itself. Contemplating on what to do Will paces in circles, eventually trotting off to the bathroom, the smell hit his nostrils; it was truly pungent and the floor was damaged, tiles thrown out it's place while something akin to mold accumulated in the corners, Will disgusts quickly washing his face with water staring at his reflection.

"Come on Will you can do this! You can do this!" With this new sense of determination that filled his bones, the chestnut haired boy marches back to the classroom, turning the handle of the door, he remains silent careful not to disturb the other students

"Why are you late?" The professor Mike focuses on Will instinctingly covering his face; the students look at him, all his determination oozed out his body. His face grew a bright red from embarrassment

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞; Byler ✔️Where stories live. Discover now