(Okay, this is just plain ridiculous.)

You let out a sigh and pinch the bridge of your nose, feeling a headache coming on. The two of them having been passing notes for the past two periods now, and you were the one "lucky"  enough to be the messenger to get stuck in between. 

"Psst," comes a sheepish whisper from your right and a folded piece of paper comes into view, black and red scribbles showing through the rather thin material. There were...a lot of hearts on it; that's for sure. You subtly pass the note to Mitch while the teacher kept writing the equation on the board, the Canadian directing an apologetic grin your way. Your lip twitches at that, annoyance beginning to bleed through.

(Don't wanna get in trouble. Not worth it.)

You glance back at Mitch, curiosity overcoming your senses as you observe his reaction in reading the note. His face now has a soft tint of pink, flustered-

"-are you listening?"

You jump at that, the teacher's stern voice jolting you out of your trance. Not thinking, you stand abruptly from your seat and yell a response. You hear laughter from the rest of the class (except the two "secret" lovebirds, ugh, they have to pay you back for all this trouble) and blush madly out of embarrassment. 

"Well then, what do think is the correct answer then. Hmm?"

You stay quiet, not answering her question. Not that you knew what the question was in the first place. Then you hear whispers, from your left? Oh, it was Preston -wait, what was he saying?

'Bide exes plus tree?'

Oh. OH.

"F-five," you stutter. "5x + 3." She narrows her eyes at you. "Ma'am." 

"Correct," she nods curtly and continues the lesson, "very well then, now on to-" You drown out the sound of her voice once again.

Slumping in your chair in relief, you glare at the two that almost got you in trouble. You owe me, you mouth at them. They just give you sorry grins in return.

You cross your arms and muttered incomprehensibly.

 (-putting me in a situation like that-)

Mitch is caressing the fully scribbled note softly, a little smile on his lips. He glances at Preston, who sends him a quick charming and flirtatious grin. The checkered-wearing teen rolls his eyes -face faintly scarlet- and lets out a lovestruck chuckle. You inwardly gag at the interaction.

(Gaaaaaaayyyy.)

*i have writers block and im trying to get out of it 

*save me