I walked slowly into the class room and my eyes instantly locked with Will's. His beautiful brown eyes were locked on a book and his hair was swept up in its usual quiff. He wore a pair of khakis and a red polo with white Supras and he had never looked more sexy. He could be in the popular group if he wanted but he was much more into the latest Lord of The Rings book than going to a party. The populars saw him as weak and too soft so they labeled him as a 'nerd' and bully him.
I walked slowly toward my desk still staring at the perfection known as Will Jay. I bumped into a desk and my books went everywhere. Will looked up from his book and saw me scramble to pick everything up. He walked over to me and helped me.
"Thank you," I smiled and his eyes widened.
"Why are you talking to me?" he asked.
"Because you helped me, why wouldn't I talk to you?" I asked.
"Because I'm the nerd," he mumbled and walked away before I could answer. I sighed and picked up the last of my papers before talking a seat in the middle with the rest of my friends.
"Were you talking to your crush, (Y/N)?" your friend teased.
"Shut up," I mumbled before looking toward the front of the class. I zoned out and started to think about what Will said. What did he mean I shouldn't be talking to him? It's not like I'm popular. I mean sure I'm well known, but that's only because I'm loud and outgoing but I'm not liked by a lot of people. Most people think I'm annoying and hate me but they know if they said anything I'd fight back. That's the only thing that separates me from Will; I stand up for myself.
"(Y/N)?" the teacher asked.
"What?" I asked and heard a few snickers behind me.
"What's the answer (Y/N)?" the teacher repeated. I looked at the board. I read the problem quickly and then looked at the teacher.
"The answer is 42," I answered. The teacher smiled.
"Right again, (Y/N)," she said and went back to talking.
"I never understand how you get Math so easily," your friend mumbled and I shrugged my shoulders. To me Math is way too easy.
"Class, we are going to be doing a special project. I am going to take the higher scoring students and pair them with the kids who are failing in a hope of bringing up all of your grades before midterms," the teacher started, "Partners are Nick with Maria, James with Rose, Will with (Y/N)." The teacher continued saying pairs but I was too happy to care about anyone else. I slowly stood up and walked over to Will's desk.
"You're failing this class?" I asked.
"What, just because I'm a nerd doesn't mean I can't have a hard time?" he snapped and I backed away.
"Listen," I growled, "I was just asking a question, you don't have to snap at me." He sighed.
"I'm sorry (Y/N), I just have problems with people talking to me," he apologized and looked up at me with his chocolaty brown eyes.
"It's alright," I said and slowly opened my book, "So what are you having trouble with?"
"Everything," he said. I giggled and started to explain to him the Pythagorean Theorem. Soon enough the bell rang and everyone was piling out.
"Great, now I'll never pass!" Will huffed. I put my hand on his shoulder.
"I could tutor you after school if you want?" I said and he smiled at me.
"You'd really do that for me?" he asked and I nodded.