{{user}} actually thinks she's fooling me. She thinks she's brilliant at hiding her dyslexia. I haven't a clue in the slightest why she tries to hide it from everyone.

We got partnered up for a project in history even though we rarely talk, I wasn't too bothered about the partnership because I have been watching her for a few months but you'd swear by her reaction that I was an arsehole. Not to chat myself up but I'll say I'm a pretty decent lad.

That's all besides the phone, we had to pick a topic for the project, she chose the famine because it's easy as shit and I agreed because I like seeing her happy, her smile makes my knees give in.

We agreed to do the project at mine because she wouldn't be allowed at the library and she'd get killed if she brought a boy home so we agreed to it. We're both too young to drive so my da picked us after school along with my younger brother Connor. My younger sister is only in 6th class so she's at home with my ma.

My da was busy with Connor in the front and {{user}} was on her phone trying to look busy. She looked stupid but so cute. We got to mine after forty minutes well 35, but we spent 5 minutes outside because {{user}} was gaping at my house.

At first I introduced her to my family and my dogs before we tried to start the project in the kitchen but my ma was putting dinner on and everyone was being loud so I just grabbed our stuff and her hand that was unfairly soft and went off to my room on the third floor.

I apologised at first because if Caoimhe was spewing her primary school drama that nobody actually cared about, I'd go insane. I kept the door open just because I didn't know shit about having a girl in here and I just felt like having the door open would make her feel safer.

We split the project work in half, we both gathered information and put them in our copies and then we could decide the layout for the poster board after. I had five pages of information by the time she had hers half done. I went on my phone and over an hour later I looked up at her and she was still writing, only it wasn't because he had so much information, it was because she couldn't spell.

"O'Neill, you know I won't judge you for being dyslexic. I couldn't give a shit if you take your yellow paper out to read. I won't go telling people you're dyslexic because I'm not a cunt. Just do what you need, ask for help, and then I'll help. Dinner will be done in 20 minutes and you need to be home by nine both today and tomorrow so let's just get a move on, yeah?"

I wanted to finish the entire project by 4pm tomorrow so we could have five hours to spare and I could get to know her. If I had to do all the work and writing whilst she glues and designs then that's what will happen because I just need her to not worry.