my blush has been brighter than the largest forest fires

intimidation threaded itself within my bloodstream, each finger drumming against the desk over and over and over again. an endless cycle of anxiety, as my eyes avoided everything but the paper on my desk.

a smooth voice that reminded me of cloves and mint chimed directly in front of me. I forced my entire being to pretend my headphones were working for once. the voice continued to repeat my name, over and over again.

with one quick yank, both headphones flew out and I jerked my eyes upwards. my fingers stopped drumming against the desk, just shaking ever so slightly now.

"is that seat taken?" he questioned, pointing towards the seat next to me.

I raised an eyebrow, trying to stay nonchalant, as if I wasn't about to throw up all of my entrails.

"no."

once more, I placed my headphones back in and forced my eyes to the floor. the intensity of my blush practically burned my shoes and I wasn't the only one that noticed.

"you want some help with that worksheet?"

"...I guess."

(who would've known this guy would become my current boyfriend...)