3rd POV

"Mr. Barrett, I would love it if you'd pay attention to your group work and not to Ms. L/n." 

The professor crossed his arms, his foot tapping on the tiles below as the students let out a soft giggle, looking back at Dot who retracted his gaze from Y/n back to the professor. 

"S-SORRY SIR!" Dot was quick to apologize as the professor shook his head. "Just do try and finish that." The professor softly smiled before turning his back again. Y/n and Lance stiffled their laughs, covering their mouths as Dot frowned. 

"Hey! Don't laugh!" Dot frowned to which Y/n waved her hand infront of him. "Forgive me. It was just rather obvious." She spoke as Lance nodded beside her. "I agree. Couldn't be more discreet about it." He said as dot huffed. "I can't help it! Y/n-senpai is just so pretty." Dot sighed, palms on his cheeks as he looked at Y/n with the most lovingly eyes. 

Lance only shook his head, but glanced also at the female.

"I guess Y/n-senpai does look pretty." Lance softly said to which Y/n rolled her eyes at his comment. "Alright, enough talks. Let's finish this first so we could get out of Geo class early." She said to which Dot saluted, his hands quickly writing down the answers like a robot before Y/n tried to reach for her pen only for it to roll away to lance's side. 

"Oh sorry, lance." 

Lance noticed and reached it. 

"Let me get it, senpai." 

He offered but Y/n's hands were already reaching for it. Since Lance was nearer, he was first to touch the pen before Y/n did. Seeing that it was Lance's hand she grabbed, she retracted her arm.

"Seems you beat me to it." Y/n stated, making Lance smile, picking it up and handing it to the female. "Here you go." He said, giving it back. "Your hand is soft.." Lance commented as Y/n raised an eyebrow.

"thank you? That's a weird compliment." The female only laughed, making Lance join in. God, her laugh was a nice tone to his ears.

Though, her laugh attracted the red headed male, raising his head to the noise. "Lance made you laugh?" Dot questioned to which lance nodded. "what is it to you?" Y/n asked as Dot frowned.

"You don't laugh when i make jokes." He mumbled sadly. "that's because your jokes aren't funny." With the blue haired male's respond, Dot gasped offensively, hand ontop of his chest.

"BY ALL MEANS?!" 

Dot asked but only silence was heard, confirming. 

He slumped down, sadly sighing as he pouted. "Don't listen to him. I think some of your jokes are nice." Y/n patted the male's back, trying to comfort him. Dot looked up, seeing y/n smiling at him, he was about to smile again when he noticed Lance shaking his head, mouthing 'it's not true'.

"Lance said it wasn't true." Dot pointed behind Y/n. 

"No i didn't! Don't listen to him!" Lance quickly raised both his hand, denying the accusation.

"Yes you di-"

*Ring!*

"Finally." Y/n said, quickly picking up her things and running. "I've got another class, see you!" Y/n waved, dashing out the door leaving the two in the dust. 

"Aww."

Y/n sighed as soon as she was out the door. She held her bag tightly, shaking her head before pulling her phone out.

Y/n's Dogs

Y/n
They're so inlove with me

lol

Clown

Fuck who?

Disaster
Who's dick am i cutting off again?

Middle Child

Cut yours off.

Disaster
I don't want my gals turning sad for losing a big one.

Doomie Pookie
Shut the fuck up.

Minmin
Who are you talking about, n/n?

Y/n

My juniors here.

Heavily obvious they're crushing on me.

Middle Child
Honey, I know you're pretty but don't assume.

Y/n

DO YOU NOT BELIEVE MY CHARMS?!

Doomie Pookie
How are you sure, n/n?

Y/n
HEY! 

i may be stupid but i can see when it's TOO obvious.

Clown
Who are they?

Y/n
Lance and Dot.

Disaster

OH! 

I already know red bull was a simp the moment 
i saw his googly eyes at you.

Middle Child

His crush wasn't really hidden..

How are you sure about the other one?

Y/n

A gut feeling.

Minmin

Uh huh.

Y/n

No. 

PLEASE

IT'S DIFFERENT.

His body language is somewhat obvious.

Clown

Okay to you. <3

Doomie Pookie

Everyone get to class.

Doomie Pookie closed the group chat for 30 minutes.

Frowning, Y/n reluctantly put her phone away. She had a few minutes of free time before History, but she wasn't exactly looking forward to it. Sharing the class—and a seat—with a certain someone made it all the more unbearable.

"The auditorium sounds like a good spot," Y/n muttered to herself as she walked there. Pushing open the large doors, she was greeted by an empty, quiet space, just as she'd hoped.

1 hour.

That was how much time she had before her next class. Enough time for a quick nap, right? What could possibly go wrong?

Rearranging the armchairs into a makeshift bed, she placed her bags nearby and set an alarm on her phone for 10:30. Satisfied with her setup, she lay down and sighed as the cool air from the AC quickly lulled her to sleep.

When Y/n opened her eyes, she found herself in an unfamiliar room. It was disorganized and strange, with each corner filled with odd items. The top left corner had piles of hotdogs—a lot of them. The top right corner was stacked with crayons and coloring books.

Weird, she thought.

Her gaze shifted to the bottom left corner, where she saw large black and brown shapes. Cotton balls? Rocks?

"Why does it look like they're moving?" she murmured before turning to the final corner. There, she saw striped, aggressive-looking cats that resembled hungry tigers.

Oh. They're tigers.

The moment she locked eyes with them, the tigers growled, their fierce gazes fixed on her. "Well, crap," Y/n muttered as the lights dimmed. A glance back confirmed her suspicion—the cotton balls were gone.

Great. They were bears.

Panicking, Y/n bolted toward the hotdogs, wild animals chasing her. Desperate, she grabbed a handful and began hurling them at her pursuers.

"Eat this, not me!" she shouted.

"Ow! You hit my eye!" one of the bears yelped, covering its face.

"Hey, that's not fair! This is tag, not snack time!" a tiger growled, standing on two legs and crossing its arms.

"Tag?" Y/n repeated, lowering the hotdog.

"Yeah. Please don't throw things again," another bear said, rubbing its neck.

"Uh, sorry?"

"YOU SHOULD BE!" the injured bear snapped, huffing. "I don't want to play tag anymore. I want to color."

"Yeah, coloring sounds better," another animal agreed.

And that's how Y/n found herself sitting in a circle with wild animals, coloring children's books. It wasn't exactly on her bucket list, but it was definitely an experience worth bragging about.

"Y/n?"

She looked up from her book, confused. "What is it, Leo?"

"Y/n?"

She turned to the other side. "Yes, Cy?"

"Y/nnnnnn~"

"What, Den?" she asked, her confusion growing.

"Y/N!"

Suddenly, Y/n jolted awake, her head colliding with someone else's. Pain shot through her forehead as she groaned, blinking at the blurred figure in front of her.

"Did I scare you that much?" Ryoh groaned, rubbing the bump on his head.

"Ryoh? What are you doing here?" Y/n asked, pulling him to sit on the makeshift bed.

"I should be asking you that. Orter called the SSG to look for you because you weren't answering our calls or messages," Ryoh explained, wincing as he touched his head.

Y/n frowned in confusion. "I just had an hour free, so I took a nap." She grabbed her phone, only to see countless missed calls and messages.

"Shit! My phone was on silent!" she exclaimed, realizing she'd completely missed her class.

"Dot and Lance said you left Geography in a rush, so we thought something happened," Ryoh said, glancing at her phone. "I'm glad you're okay, but Orter-san isn't happy. You've got detention for skipping class."

"What?! It wasn't intentional!" Y/n protested.

"Still, you'll have to explain that to Orter-san," Ryoh said apologetically. "If I could vouch for you, I would, but you know how he is."

Y/n groaned, grabbing her belongings. "Where is he now?"

"In the detention room. I'll help you carry your stuff," Ryoh offered, slinging her bag over his shoulder.

"That jerk is so dead," Y/n muttered under her breath as Ryoh led her toward her inevitable reckoning.

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