Zack's POV:
I endlessly tap my pencil on my desk as I stare at him. The teacher faintly drones on about logarithms as he fills my mind. His hair. His eyes. His laugh. His smile. The way he doesn't even know I exist. All of it taking over every thought.
The bell rings just as the teacher begins to clean her board. Twenty starving teenagers rush out of her room to eat. I quietly gather my books and wait until everyone else leaves them slip out. As I'm grabbing books out of my locker, a sudden voice startles me. "Hey, uh why were you staring at me in class today, Zack?" I freeze. He knows my name.
I slowly turn to face him. "Uhhh I uh I... "
He smirks, "Don't worry Zack, I like you too." His mouth moves closer to mine. I feel blood rush to my cheeks.
"We're opposites though. We're supposed to be impossible." I whisper.
"You know what they say though, opposites attract." His smirk grows wider as his hand lifts my chin. My eyes meet his.
"I guess they do."
A/N: i have nothing to say so
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