The only class you have with Mason, out of your 4 main classes, is ELA. Yeah, you never liked reading in school- but for some reason, you find yourself a bit giddy to catch a glimpse of him in class; Though, you’ve only had 2-3 interactions with him- and only know him for his thick, yet attractive country/southern accent.

The teacher said to pick a partner for our next assignment. You expected to just do everything for it anyway- like you usually do, but then- you watch mason slowly pull up a chair in front of your table, his intention- to be partners?…

Your leg’s subconsciously swayed back and fourth, both your faces subtly red. He starts a conversation, yet he struggles to make eye contact- unlikely of him.

”What are we supposed to be doin’?’ Mason spoke while rubbing the back of his neck, his lip twitching slightly with the threat to smile.