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SIX.
In class, he couldn't help but keep glancing at her. Of course she didn't know that, though. He was just some quiet kid to her.
"Hey, what's the answer to question 14?" She whispers, turning her head to him.
His eyes widens as he stares at her.
She... she wants my help?
She was waiting for his response, but he was too distracted by the fact they were making eye contact.
Her eyes.. the sparkle in it..
It was like looking into a galaxy, he was caught in a trance.
"I-It's B." He finally says, clearing his throat.
She nods and winks at him.
He could hear his heart was racing.
He hoped she didn't hear it too.
🔪
He came an hour early the next day, there wasn't much students in the hallways.
He walks in front of her locker before opening his bag and ripping a piece of paper.
—Since you been around, I've smiled a lot more than I used to. Why are you doing this to me? Stop fluttering my heart or face the consequences. I'm serious.
He writes on it.
Folding the paper gently, he slides it into her locker, and zayns before anyone can notice him.
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END OF CHAPTER.
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A/N: imma delete wattpad if they keep suggesting noah centineo books like can yall let a bitch BREATHE
