Thomas
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[I HAVE CHANGED THIS STROY FROM DYLMAS TO NEWTMAS FOR THOSE WHO MAY BE CONFUSED, ENJOY!]

"Thomas did you hear about the new English project?" Teresa asked seemingly out of breath as she grabbed my shoulder from behind me and hunched over, catching her breath.

I was walking down the hall to 3 period, which funnily enough was English, when Teresa evidently had run from her break to catch up with me.

I paused momentarily, smiling at the smaller girls out of breath frame before picking up my pace. I was aware that the bell had rung about 50 seconds ago and was sure to be late if I didn't hurry up.

She smiled softly as we walked toward the English room, awaiting my response, still heaving in a breath. Her face was even a little flushed.

She must have run a fair distance...

"No, but I'm sure I'll find out cause we have English, yanno... right now." I replied, grinning as she giggled at my humorous tone.

She tends to forget we have most of the same classes together and as much as I admire the girl, her forgetfulness always finds a way to annoy me.

Evidently Minho, her boyfriend and my best friend, had already told her about said English project as he has that class before us.

Her almost alarming tone when she'd come running up behind me made me curious as to what this project was. Whilst I was an utter English nerd, and nerd in general, it still made my mind race.

I hope it's not a group project, cause god forbid I get put with Teresa again and I end up doing the whole project myself....

But before I could question her, we had stepped into the classroom and taken our seats, the teacher immediately starting the lesson.

"Good morning kids. Nice to see most of you well rested after the long weekend!," Mr buyers chimed to the class who wasn't the most responsive as they all slumped in their seats, majority still trashed from the party on Sunday night. Myself on the other hand, was intentative and ready for this class with one of my favourite teachers, "Well, evidently you are all so keen to be back." Mr Buyers clocked  back to the dead looking class sarcastically.

I giggled at his remark but the room was deathly silent and suddenly all eyes were on me. I blushed and sunk in my seat. Pursing my lips I glance to Teresa who had a look of 'really?' On her face. She smiled endearingly, as she knew my nerdy self couldn't be contained sometimes. But my face still flushed crimson red and even more so when Mr. Buyers chuckled at me.

Behind me I heard people mutter 'nerd', 'loser', 'gay ass' and numerous other insults that made me sink even further into my chair.

"Alright, alight. Leave Thomas alone, thank you. At least he can appreciate my humour," he smiled at me again and I swear I saw him wink, which to be honest, I didn't mind at all. We had code named him Sir. Hottiealert because of his charming looks and I suppose now you understand why he is one of my favourite teachers, "Today we are starting a new project. I'm assigning you each a pen pal from a neighbouring school except we aren't writing letters. You uncultured swines prefer technology, so to keep you engaged, you'll be writing emails. The emails have to be sent at least once every two days for the rest of the year, so whether you like it or not, you have to actually communicate with your pal. Oh and it counts for 50% of your grades for the year."

[this gif is of what I imagine Mr. Buyers to look like]

Groans of protest began to arise as I glanced around the room and then at Teresa who looked rather annoyed about it herself. I smiled at the idea, it would be great to get to know someone without actually having to... well... know them.

I'm more awkward than a baby giraffe on ice, so to keep my interactions with said person behind a screen, is nothing but a dream come true. Beside, English is one of my strongest subjects, this'll be a price of cake.

Mr. Buyers strode over to his desk and then picked up a red clipboard. Walking toward the front of the room again, he smiled at the now engaged class as they all wanted to know the fate of their English grades.

"Quit your whining! This clipboard I hold in my hot little hands holds your fate for the project, aka, your partner. So, shall I begin?" He asked politely glance around the room of teenagers now anxiously waiting.

Who will I get? Boy or girl? Nice or mean? Will they like me? No... no, most people don't like me. God, they aren't gonna like me, are they?

"Thomas, your pal is Newton from Greenie High."

Those words were enough to wake me up from my little bubble of panic. I nodded my head furiously at Mr. Buyers who chuckled at me before proceeding to read names off the list.

I exhaled and I hadn't even realised I'd been holding my breath until now.

"Newton.. Newt..." I uttered to myself.

I liked that name.
It had a nice ring to it.
I hope he's as nice as his name sounds.

"Alright, now you have the rest of the lesson to start your first email. The email addresses have been sent to you via our school webpage so check that and off you go." Mr. Buyers smiled out at us, hitting the clipboard against the palm of his other hand.

I open up my laptop almost immediately and I could feel Teresa's glare boring into me as I way to enthusiastically open my emails and begin to type.

"Honestly, Tom. Had I not grown up with you, I'd think your clinically insane to say the least." She started from the seat next to me in the front row.

I rolled my eyes simultaneously and turned to her after typing a few quick words.

"It's almost like you never knew you were best friends with the school biggest nerd, yanno that?" I say sarcastically, earning a laugh from her.

"True, true, Tom. But still, your borderline obsessed about school work." She retorted, pushing a strand of her chocolate brown hair back behind her left ear.

"And I never said I wasn't." I smiled, turning back to my computer.

God, I hope this kid likes me.
Or at the very least, he's cute.
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