Sicaria's P.O.V.

You know that legend that says if you can't sleep, it means that you're awake in somebody else's dream?

'Well it'd be great if people stopped dreaming about me! Honestly, this has been going on for weeks.'

I sit at my school desk with my head on my arms. Just as I close my eyes to get even a little rest, I feel something ice cold press against the back of my head. I'm so surprised at the sudden contact that I almost topple backwards out of my chair, but a sturdy arm helps me maintain my balance.
I look up to see a boy my age, with bright hazel eyes and matching hair and he's holding a bottle of iced water in his free hand. He offers me an apologetic grin, which I reply to with my own shy smile.

"Sorry about that," he says, "But we can't have the 'straight-A' student sleeping during class, can we?"

"It's okay," I reply. "Thanks for catching me. I'm Sicaria Dukura."

"I'm Ioan Marr. I know who you are, Sicaria. We're in the same class. I just sit at the back." He removes his hand from my back just as the bell chimes for first class. "Well, see you later."

"Yeah, see ya." I say, with a small wave.

I look to the door and watch as the rest of my classmates enter the room. As per usual, the last person in is Elias. He walks up to me and grins in greeting. Just as he opens his mouth to speak, the teacher, Mr Bowen, enters the room and calls for silence.

"Good morning, class," he says, to which everyone replies "Good morning, Mr Bowen."

"Now then", he states. "Over the next week, you will have a history project to complete in groups assigned by me. The topic of history that you will be covering is on the dinosaur period."

A chorus of groans interrupts the silence. I'm probably the only one who was genuinely excited about this project. Aside from the paranormal, dinosaurs are my favourite thing.

"Alright, settle down now," continues the teacher. "Here are your groups:
Elias and Jacob;
Clarisse and Robert;
Jessica and David..."
He lists the groups and I start to loose interest until I hear my name called out.

"Sicaria and Ioan. Now, your assignment on dinosaurs is to create a presentation on a dinosaur of your choice. That's all. You have one week, I suggest you get started."

And with that, Mr Bowen leaves us to join our project partners and start planning the presentation. I stand up and move over to the back of the class where Ioan sits, his notebook already open to start with ideas.

"Hey, Princess," he greets me and I can't help but blush a little at his nickname for me. "So, what dinosaur are we gonna do this presentation on?"

I pondered this question for a moment, searching my brain for a good one. Then it hits me.

"I got a good one!" I say.

"I'm all ears," comes Ioan's reply.

"How about a Carcharodontosaurus?" I suggest.

"Sounds like a plan."

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Ioan's P.O.V.

'OHMYGOSH!!!! I'M ACTUALLY GONNA BE DOING A PROJECT WITH SICARIA!!! Calm down. Stay cool. Keep a cool head. Don't blow this.'

"So, uhh, Sicaria. Wanna do some work on the project together at my house after school?" I ask her as we head to our last class.

"Yeah, sure! I'll bring snacks for us. So, how does 5 o'clock sound?" She replies.

"Sounds great! I'll see you at 5!"

Then she went down one hall to her last class, giving me a (completely adorkable) wave in goodbye which I returned with one of my own. I stood there, watching her retreating form until she disappears into her classroom.

'If everything goes smoothly tonight, I may just have her as my own by tomorrow.'