𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬

y/n

just walking into the school felt hard to do. even more so after my dad had the nerve to do all that in front of the entire student body.

but, i swallowed my pride, and went through the doors.

.. and immediately regret it.

"hey, good morning!" i tried. "weekend was short, huh?"

"that's a copy." someone mocked. okay, then.

"hey." a girl tapped my shoulder. "yeah?"

"your shoe's untied."

"yeah, i'm aware. it's a choice." i deadpanned as she walked away, laughing with her friend. i give up.

i looked ahead.

"it's gonna be a long day.."

let's go.

class to class was just work, work, work. i was practically running down the halls trying to carry all the books and things from my other classes. at this point, i didn't have time to stop at my locker anymore. i made it to chem with literally a minute to spare, but, i couldn't say the same about physics.

i was almost 5 minutes late. i peeped through the door, now, as quietly as i could since the class was watching a documentary.

"-countless other possibilities. there could be a universe where i am wearing red."

i tried to maneuver my way around, but i didn't realized you could see my shadow on the projector..

"or wearing leather pants."

"miss morales. movin' in the dark. you're late again."

damn it.

i stood up straight, and did what i do best. laid down the jokes.

"einstein said time was relavtive, right? maybe i'm not late. maybe you guys are early."

the class was silent up until a boy in the second row laughed. i couldn't really see every detail of his face, but.. he was really pretty.

seeing at least one person laugh at my joke made me smile. and if i'm being honest, it made my day too.

"sorry," he said, "it was just so quiet."

"would you like to keep standing there, or do you want to sit down?"

"yes, i do," i answered quickly as i shuffled between desks and took my seat. and guess what? my seat was right next to his!

"our universe is, in fact, one of many parallel universes.." the woman in the documentary scribbled something on her whiteboard. "happening at the exact same time. thanks to everyone here at the fisk family foundation.."

"i liked your joke." the pretty boy whispered to me. he has a really nice voice. it was smooth, mellow. charming. i liked it.

"really?" i was honestly surprised. even if his laugh was only a pity laugh. now that i could get a better look at him, dude, he wasn't just pretty. he was gorgeous.

he had cool honey toned skin, slightly messy, mid length blond hair, and the prettiest light blue siren eyes i'd ever seen.

he even had an eyebrow piercing.

i didn't really believe in love at first sight, but ay, dios mio. i think i'm in love.

"i mean, it wasn't funny. that's why i laughed."

i knew it was a pity laugh.

"but it was smart, so i liked it."

i shifted in my seat to face him better. "i don't think i've seen you before."

"shh." our teacher said, walking past us. we both straightened in our seats. i glanced at him again.

it was a long hour of class, but once the bell rang, i smiled and picked up my things. i wanted to asked the pretty boy his name but, our teacher stopped me in my tracks. "y/n, i want you stay after class."

i groaned silently and watched as the pretty boy walked out with all the other students. i turned back to our teacher. "come here." she motioned to her desk. i walked up to it. she slid me the true or false quiz we took the other day. my score? zero out of one hundred.

"a zero?" i tried to act surprised. i intentionally got a zero. "a few more of those and you'll have to kick me outta here, huh?"

she only tapped her red marker on the desk.

"maybe i'm not right for this school, after all."

"if a person wearing a blindfold picked the answers on a true or false quiz at random, do you know what score they'd get?"

"fifty percent." i answered, then realized i gave myself away.

"that's right!"

"wait, wait-"

"the only way to get all the answers wrong, is to know which answers are right." she changed the zero into a one hundred. "you're trying to quit. and i'm not gonna let you."

by now, i was back in my dorm, reminiscing on her words.

"i'm assigning you a personal essay. not about physics, but about you. and what kind of person you want to be."

i fiddled with the pen and stared down at the pad of paper i titled 'great expectations'.

the sound of the subway passing by broke me from my concentration. i looked out the window to the pink and purple sky. i smirked.

i knew what i was actually gonna do tonight.