i know i know not what you wanted but i promise it'll be cute.. i hope. SORRY I DIDNT POST THE GEORGE FF ITS TAKING LONGER THAN USUAL SO ENJOY THIS.
x femreader, 2nd pov, you're failing your spanish class and your teacher paired you up with quackity even though the two of you can't get anything done when being together.
mr quack meister is singing a song in the end of this and that's the song i linked to this chapter SO listen if you want :) or even when you read this chapter owowowo. #followkarlsbussy
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school was always important to you, despite your laziness you needed to get things done no matter how hard it was. you always aced all your classes, there was no doubt you put all your effort into your work, until it came to spanish.
even though your parents placed you in the spanish program in elementary school, the language was still hard for you to learn. you knew the basic things but when getting to high school and going into ap spanish, all the new verbs and conjugations were getting impossible to memorize.
a new language takes practice for it to be fully mastered, and the only times you spoke spanish was in class and sometimes quackity and then he would call you a 'no sabo' kid. your other friends in common took other languages except you and quackity, which was fun in a way because that meant you had him all to yourself and bad because you couldn't concentrate as much.
your teacher, mr. muñoz paired you up with quackity because he was the best in the class with you, horrible mistake.
after school quackity invited you over to 'study' but instead you two were playing chess on his bed. doing what you did best, procrastinate.
"you fucking suck dude" you scoff taking his tower putting it to the side next to a few of his pawns, his bishop, and two knights.
"what the fuck?" quackity nearly shouted, keeping his voice quiet so his mother won't walk in the room again to tell him to stop cursing. "you're cheating! your dumbass horse was here" quackity argued placing his finger in a place that you definitely weren't in.
the reason you ended up playing chess with quackity was because he wanted to 'practice' for when he played chess with sapnap and george online tonight. he was horrible at the game and you liked winning so you couldn't say no. three games later, and quackity was almost giving you grey hairs from the stress. neither of you were experts on the game but at least you had the slightest knowledge on the game. dating a member of the chess team in middle school was really the most interesting two weeks of your 8th grade year.
"you're just a sore loser quackity, and it's called a knight" you corrected, with your head on your palm looking at quackitys confusion.
quackity frowned at you wiping all the chess pieces off the board with his arm like a child, a concern look on your face followed by a laugh on his competitiveness.
"river probably taught you how to cheat on chess" quackity frowned taking out his phone.
"how would they?- you know what? let's study for real this time" you sighed putting the chess pieces and board away.
"can we speed the studying session up? wilbur invited me on this blind date thing with his girlfriends friend" quackity said looking up at you.
"a new one? what happened to nora?" you questioned sitting on quackitys desk.
"who knows" quackity shrugged. "probably cheated like ellie did" he added getting up, placing a hand on the desk and the other on the chair, looking down at your notes. "you take terrible notes" he said.
"shut up" you look up at him slapping his torso. "also ellie was a set up" you explain turning the page.
"set up by who?" quackity questioned.
