"Y/N!" The teacher called. I shut my eyes and sighed turning around.
"Yes?"
"I think you need someone to study with for the next quiz." I nodded. A boy from class stood up and walked over. "Y/N this is Ponyboy. Ponyboy I need you to help Y/N study for the next quiz." He nodded we walked out of class a horrible silence between us.
"You don't actually have to help me if you don't want to," I said looking up at him. He smiled at me and I looked at my shoes.
"It's no problem. I've always wanted to meet you anyways. I always thought you were cute." My face flushed red and I let out a nervous giggle.
We walked to the park and started on our work. We sat for about four hours mostly telling jokes.
"Alright, I gotta hear home," I said packing my bag. Pony frowned.
"Ok..." We stood up and his lips met mine before he took off. "See you tomorrow!" He yelled I laughed and walked off.
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