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unknownymity - You

aestheticallydead - Rigel

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unknownymity: wait how did you know

aestheticallydead: reliable sources my dear 😉

unknownymity: tell me then, oh, wise one, what I am doing right now

aestheticallydead: talking to me with your phone under the table

unknownymity: how do you know that's me

aestheticallydead: Emil Steilsson told me

unknownymity: wtf why

unknownymity: plus you know him???

aestheticallydead: bc i asked him and yes I know him

unknownymity: ugh Rygie you ass

aestheticallydead: why am i the ass? Plus that's a weird nickname you gave me

unknownymity: why didn't you tell me you knew him??!

unknownymity: I have a huge f0king crush on that boy for Pete's sake!

aestheticallydead: woah hey I ain't gonna tell him that

unknownymity: well I didn't ask you to

aestheticallydead: how about I set both of you up

unknownymity: you serious??

aestheticallydead: nope kidding

unknownymity: i should've known better

aestheticallydead: welp. Next class. See ya later, alligator

unknownymity: wow so old

unknownymity: bye asshat

✔ Seen at 01:56 PM

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Three hours passed by in a snail's pace. When you were finally set free from detention, you, as usual went for your classes. Some of the classes were shared with Emil, which was usually the best.

But no, not today. 

(A/N -eonjenga, kkotcheun jigetji, but no not today geu ttaega, oneureun aniji no no, not today, achigeun jugkien too good day! no no no not today, no no no, not today *insert BTS Not Today here*)

During classes, he would usually sit afar and keep his eyes on either his notebook or the teacher. Today, he was staring at you every so often. It made you happy, even though you were slightly uncomfortable.

The same thing happened during other classes. Strange as it sounds, the next class, he decided to sit next to you! You were shocked. As far as you knew, he was too shy to sit next to any girl. Whether he knew her or not.

Maybe, you're special.

After school got over, you were at your locker, putting away books, taking your assignments with you and stuffing them in your backpack. You hurried with it before school closed.

"Hey."

You turned to the origin of the voice behind you. Emil Steilsson.

"Woah!?" You managed to hide your shock, "Um, hey?"

He gave you a black A4 sized ruled notebook which had a pretty cool white zigzag pattern on the front. It was labelled "Biology" in a very beautiful font.

"My Biology notes." he answered your mental question in the monotone.

No shit, Sherlock.

"What for?" You accepted the notebook and looked at him strangely.

"You got detention, didn't you?" He asked and you nodded.

"That's why." he ruffled his pale blonde hair and walked away, "Complete it if you want to pass your examinations."

"Why would you bother giving your notes to me?" You asked, making him stop in his tracks. He looked at you with his sharp, bluish purple eyes,

"Because I want to, that's why."

It was a strange answer, but you accepted it. You looked at the notebook and then at Emil.

"Thanks." you smiled.

"Sure," he rubbed his neck and then glanced at your smiling face, "Say, do you want to walk home together or something?"

Your eyes brightened up and your lips pulled into an even bigger smile,

"Yeah!"

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aestheticallydead: yo you home yet

unknownymity: yes yes yes listen to me peasant i have amazing news

aestheticallydead: even though I'm not interested in listening to a fellow peasant, tell me

unknownymity: Emil and I walked home together and we exchanged numbers!!

unknownymity: and he gave me his biology notes and HOLY MOTHER OF FOK HIS HANDWRITING IS BEAUTIFUL

unknownymity: IT'S ART !!!!!

aestheticallydead: yeah cool

unknownymity: what's with that unenthusiastic response

unknownymity: I'll murder you, m'boy

aestheticallydead: sure sure then you'll be behind bars and then you can't meet me boo hoo

unknownymity: sheesh! This boy

aestheticallydead: which boy? Me or the guy you like

aestheticallydead: it better not be me fam

unknownymity: *soulja boy voice* YOUUU!!

aestheticallydead: woah looks like someone got out of the wrong side of the dinner table today huh

unknownymity: it's bed dude

aestheticallydead: ye I know but it's evening so nobody wakes up from bed in the evening

unknownymity: ugh whatever i got shit to do unlike you

aestheticallydead: see ya later shitface

unknownymity: you too dipshit

✔ Seen at 06:00 PM

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There's the third chapter! Hope you like it so far! It's a bit longer than the other two, so yeah, I did say that chapter lengths may vary.

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