Hey... This is my first story, fanfiction, Brusnop, so no hate, please! I also want you to know a few things before we start. This is a high school AU, so sadly, Asking Alexandria doesn't exist :'( . I haven't exactly planned on putting James and Cam or Sam in the story, but if you want them in, you gotta let me know, or I probably won't add them! I'm also new to this fandom, by the way. So please forgive me for any errors!

I couldn't take my eyes off him since I first lay them on him in the first place. He was perfect. His hair, his eyes, his lip rings, everything! He's so cute! Perfect! He's also really quiet, which basically adds on to the list of 'Why I Have A Crush On A Boy I Haven't Even Technically Met Yet'. He comes in, sits down, and stares at his lap. He's-

"Mr. Worsnop, did you hear me?" the teacher's kind voice asks, snapping me out of my thoughts of the boy, who I'll call Cutie until I learn his name. Hey, he's fucking beautiful, why not? I glance at Ms. King's young, smiling face before glancing at Cutie , who was staring at me from the corner of his eye, which was pretty damn cute if you ask me.

"No, ma'am, could you please repeat?" I ask politely, a few of my classmates giggling at me. I could feel Cutie staring at me, if that makes sense. Hope he likes what he sees...

Ms. King shakes her head disapprovingly, but still wears that comforting smile and giggles. "The class is to complete the worksheet Aaron just handed out, but you may work with one other person," she answers me before telling the class to get partners if they wanted them. I glance at the worksheet that lay at my desk, it staring back up at me, teasing me. It feels like it's making fun of me.

I glance over at Cutie, who just sat there, twiddling a pencil with the tip digging into his finger. He's not looking for a partner, so I might as well go to him. Hey, he might love having someone go up to him and asking him if they could be his partner. I grab a pencil and my worksheet and head over to him. I don't think he noticed me approaching, or even expected someone to go up to him, because he flinched when I tapped his shoulder. He quickly turned to face me, horror swimming in his beautiful eyes. I offer a sad smile, knowing that I scared the crap out of him. Wonderful first impression, huh? We're gonna look back at the day we first met, and he's gonna remember me scaring the crap out of him. How lovely.

"Uh...Would you like to work together?" I ask him, praying he says yes. His cheeks turn a cute shade of light pink as he stares up at me with wide eyes.

He finally nods hesitantly and turns back around in his seat. I smile wide as I steal the chair from the empty desk, next to Cutie's, and sit in it. I watch him for a few seconds, watch him as he plays with his pencil.

"I'm Danny," I say, scaring him again. He glances at me quickly before looking down at his lap.

"Benjamin. B-but you can just call me Ben," he speaks quietly, so quietly, I almost missed it. But I heard him clearly. I mentally sigh, that was the first time I heard his beautiful voice.

"Alright, Ben! Well, let's start now and get it done?" I ask him with a huge smile, I know his name! He told me his name, not just what he goes by!

Is it weird that I'm fangirling over knowing my crush's name? Who cares at the moment?

However, Cutie- well, Ben, nods his head shyly and gets started.

Since I didn't really know how to do it, he showed me how to do it. I told him I knew how to do it after he showed me how to do the first three, but really, I started looking over at his paper. I didn't want to bother him. We eventually finished every problem, and I collect both of our papers.

"I'll bring yours up for you," I tell him when he gives a confused look and walk away to Ms. King and give her the worksheets. She offers me the biggest smile anyone's ever given me. It kinda confused me, was it because I was the new kid?

"Thank you for working with Mr. Bruce! I think he needed a friend," she says quietly so the rest of the class didn't hear. I smile back at her. More like my smile widened, I can't stop smiling knowing that I got Ben to talk to me!

"It was really no problem at all!" I chuckle before going back to Ben, Ms. King's words scampering through my mind.

'Thank you for working with Mr. Bruce!'

I know his last name, baby!

'I think he needed a friend.'

He has no friends? But he's so precious, who wouldn't want to be his friend? I mean, he's very quiet, yes, but that's not a reason not to talk to the poor thing. He's probably one of those people who are shy towards people they don't know, but are outgoing towards their friends. Whatever, he has a friend now!

I sit in the seat next to Ben and stare at him with a cheeky smile. Then I realize just how much cuter he is up close! Now I sound like a hopelessly romantic teenage girl.

"Um...you're m-making me feel...uncomfortable," he speaks quietly, feeling my gaze on him. That's when I notice how uncomfortable and awkward he looked.

"Sorry, bad habit of mine" I apologize, looking away for a second so I don't freak him out any more than I already have. I look back to him and ask him one of those questions that are said to be annoying:

"Why are you so quiet?"

He looks up at me slightly and stares into my eyes. Studying me, it seems.

"You won't j-judge me...will you?" he asks shyly. I shake my head, I want him to trust me. I swear I'd never judge him. I'd never judge anybody, in fact.

He stares at me for a few more seconds before he finally answers.

"I don't trust people, so I try to keep to myself if I can," he answers quietly, his stuttering seems to have vanished. I nod my head understandingly.

"You trust me,though, right?"

"Yeah, I think," he answers, not making eye contact. I raise an eyebrow.

"You think? Why think?" I ask, desperately wanting to gain his trust. I need to know why he only thinks so to gain his trust, though.

"It's...nothing, don't worry about it."

I sigh, but leave it alone anyways. He doesn't wanna talk about it, I guess I won't pester him about it. But I do ask him another question, probably another annoying one people like me ask:

"What do you think of me?" I feel awkward as soon as the words slip from my lips. I feel a bit of heat rise to my cheeks, a bit embarrassed, yeah.

"Wha?"

Shit shit shit and shit. He probably thinks I'm a creepy pedophile!

"Like, you know-" He stops me when he speaks up.

"Don't worry, you're great!" he says, causing me to blush a bit.

"So...are we friends?" I ask quickly and awkwardly. Say YES. DO IT.

"I guess so, um, if you don't mind hanging with a loser like me." That'll work- wait, a loser?!

"Yeah, about that, you're not a loser at all. So don't bother calling yourself that anymore, or I'll have to be a loser as well." I stare at him, trying my best to seem and sound serious. I need him to know that he's far from being a loser, in my opinion.

"But-". He doesn't say anything after that, only blushes again and nods.

"Good boy!" I say, probably in a very creepy way. It didn't seem to bother him, so I guess all is good!

So...I know this may annoy some of you, but, how was it so far? I'm very insecure about this at the moment, and your thoughts and opinions would be great! I'm sorry if it's too short, but I try to make my chapters as long as I can! Thanks!