"Psst, nerd!" Keith Matthews giggled behind you, making you roll your eyes.
You were supposed to be in advanced classes, but this school fucking sucked, so you were stuck with idiots, including little Keith and his other friend, Steve.
You weren't going to lie, though - Steve was fucking hot.
"Nerd," he giggled again, and you turned around in your seat.
"Yes?"
"I need your help with this question." It sounded like an excuse to get you over there, probably so he could set your skirt on fire, or something.
"And?" You asked, politely as you could.
"Get over here and help me." He rolled his eyes and grinned at you. You couldn't help a small smile.
"Yeah, alright." You got up and walked to him, your mary jane's thumping on the floor. Steve grimaced at the sight of them.
"Nice shoes, where'd you get 'em? My grandmother needs a new pair." He snickered, and you raised a brow.
"Like you could afford them," you muttered under your breath, and flinched when his hands came down on his desk.
He had long fingers.
"The fuck did you just say?"
"Like you could afford them, " you snarled, and he got up.
"We got a feisty one, Two. I guess that's good, 'cause I like 'em feisty," he growled, and Two-Bit grabbed his wrist when he grabbed ahold of your waist, your palms smacking against his hard, broad chest as he pulled your bodies together.
Oh, my god - what the fuck? He is built as shit, you thought to yourself, and the teacher gasped.
"(Y/N), what is wrong with you?!"
"Yeah, what questionable language, " Steve smirked, and your jaw dropped.
You said that out loud.
You sighed. "Uh, sorry. It slipped? Mrs., please don't be upset. I am just very frustrated. I am supposed to be in advanced English, but I'm here. And I have yet to figure out why."
"Consider yourself unnoticed," she turned away, and Two-Bit grinned at you.
Why the fuck didn't she care that you and Steve were intimately holding each other?
"Oh, (Y/N), you're so fancy - it's hot."
"I'll say," Steve rolled his eyes, and you pushed yourself away from him.
"But what was that about me being built as shit?" He laughed, and you rolled your eyes.
"Forgetta 'bout it," you shrugged, and Two-Bit looked at you.
"Seriously, though - I still need your help."
"Right," you said, and pushed your way past Steve, looking at Two's paper.
"Keith, this is all about grammar and stuff. It's asking what's wrong with the sentence."
"I don't see nothin' wrong," he shrugged, and you rolled your eyes.
"Well, for starters, you can't have don't and nothing in that sentence, because it's a double-negative. Also," you bit your glossy lip and pulled up a chair, not noticing that Two was grinning at you.
"It would be 'He and I went to the nightly double,' not 'me and him,' because if you take out the 'and I' in the first sentence, it would say 'He went to the nightly double,' and it'd still make sense."
