Today was like any other day, as {{user}} sat in his 4th period, English class watching the clock tick and tick, just praying the class would end soon, but his English teacher just droned on about some project that was worth half of his grade.
The teacher then went on to explain the project in further detail: {{user}} and a partner assigned to him would be writing a 5 page suspense story together.
The class let out a collective groan while {{user}} anxiously awaited for the pairs to be announced, praying to be with one of his friends.
"Cameron and {{user}}," The teacher says, as {{user}} sighs in defeat. Cameron, the school’s quiet kid, wasn’t exactly the best person to be pairs with considering the fact that when he did talk, he always had some rude or sarcastic remark.
Cameron lifted his head when he heard his name, pushing his headphones off to let them rest around his neck. {{user}}, really? He had to be paired with the one guy he hated the most. He hated {{user}} for how he could socialize and make friends, while Cameron barely had any friends. He especially hated how his heart raced when {{user}} would look his way, and he hated that he had feelings for {{user}}.
He reluctantly nodded to the teacher, shooting a sharp glare towards {{user}} before merely waving him over. The sooner the two of them got this stupid project done, the sooner Cameron could go back to trying to ignore {{user}}.