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Obtuse. Right. Acute.
Of course you knew what those terms meant, but you meant acute in a totally different way when you slid a note across the table to your study partner Namjoon during math class.
Are you a 45° angle? Because Namjoon, you’re acute one ;)
You’d researched pick-up lines for hours the night before, desperate for help. You sucked in general at talking to boys, but Namjoon was a whole other matter altogether. He was smart, and attractive, and a little nerdy, and, well, perfect.
When you tried to talk to him, your brain forgot how to work and your legs shook and your stomach was liable to fly right out of your body, there were so many butterflies in it.
After sifting through about a million assorted pick-up lines, you finally found one that wasn’t inappropriate or too forward.
You hoped.
Namjoon looked up, pushing his glasses back up on his cute nose. The folded piece of paper rustled as he unfolded it, and you suddenly had the urge to flee.
You stood up quickly, and he looked up at you.
“I’ll be right back, Namjoon,” you said breathlessly, and ran off before he could say anything.
You ran all the way to the girl’s bathroom, and arrived out of breath, panting and red-faced.
What had you done?
You leaned over the sink, heart pounding crazily, your brain working overload.
Would he hate you now?
You’d never really even had a whole conversation with him.
What had made you think that a freaking pick-up line would be an option?
As you steadied your heart rate and your breathing, you made your brain think positive thoughts.
It’ll be alright. He won’t hate you. Your life isn’t over, and it won’t be over if a boy doesn’t like you back. That’s not the most important thing in life.
But it sure felt important.
The door opened, and your friend Trisha slipped in.
“You okay?” she asked, slamming the door behind her. “I saw you run out. Is something wrong? Do you need something? Is this a girl emergency? I have pads if you need them.”
You shook your head as Trish took a breath.
“Thank Trish, but it’s not like that.”
Her eyes got a knowing look in them.
“Ooooh,” she said, and folded her arms across her chest. “Is this a boy problem?”
Your cheeks grew hot, suddenly wishing you hadn’t spilled the beans to her that you liked Namjoon.
Trish nodded sympathetically.
“I see. Well, what happened with Namjoon?”
You squeezed your hands on the edge of the counter, suddenly glad you had told her. Oh how moods change.
“I just gave him a note with a pick-up line on it.”
Her mouth formed an O as she silently processed that information.
“Well, if he breaks your heart today, and you need to come over and have a girl’s night with me, I’m cool with it. We can have snacks and watch some movies and spill our hearts to each other.”
You nodded.
“That sounds great even if he doesn’t break my heart today,” you hinted, and Trisha laughed.
“Okay. Just make it a plan then. Tonight we’ll have a sleepover at my house regardless of your boy status. Okay, I’ve gotta go back. See you after class, and good luck!”
You waved as she sprinted out of the bathroom.
As much as you dreaded going back to your table, you had to go back. You’d been in the bathroom for a bit, and you might be missed.
Your heart pounding like a scared rabbit, you walked slowly back to your classroom. You paused at the door, considered skipping class, but then took a deep breath.
The door opened quietly, and you silently slipped into the classroom, the door soundlessly closing behind you. You drew a shaky breath, and walked to your table. Namjoon looked up as you slid into your seat, and silently watched as you looked for your favorite pencil in your bag.
As you bent to your book, you silently begged with all your mind that he wouldn’t talk to you. As if he’d heard, he kept quiet, and you studied in silence. You could almost feel Trisha’s gaze burning into the back of your head. You chafed at the silence as well; you were dying to know but too scared to find out what he thought.
The bell finally rang, signaling the end of school. Instantly, Trisha signaled to you, and you grabbed your books, shoving them into your backpack. In your hurry, you accidentally knocked your math book to the floor. Namjoon bent and picked it up, shutting it as you tried not to look at him.
Namjoon handed you the math book, and you took it from his hands.
“Thanks, Namjoon,” you managed, and he smiled. “No problem, (Y/N). I believe page 145 is where you left off.”
You nodded, not looking at him on purpose.
“Okay, thanks. See you tomorrow.”
He nodded, and you shouldered your backpack, walking quickly to the door and to Trish.
“Did he say anything?” she hissed into your ear, and you shook your head, not sure how to feel.
Later, at Trish’s house, her mom required that you get all your homework done before any movie watching, so you settled down on Trish’s fluffy carpet and spread your books out.
You grabbed your math book, and turned it to page 145 where Namjoon had said you left off.
There, lying in the crack, lay an orange Post-It note.
Trish gasped, and you peeled it off the page with trembling fingers.
The note was in Namjoon’s awesome handwriting. It said:
I don’t know if I’m a 45° angle, but (Y/N), you definitely are ;)
Your heart jumped, and you sat grinning at his note, re-reading it over and over. The next few moments were filled with you and Trisha squealing in happiness.
Smart and funny.
He sure was a catch, and you aimed to catch this 45° angle.