A/N: I still don't own anything. Sad, isn't it? Anyway, thank you so much for reading, and I hope you enjoy.
"Good morning, Nico," Will greeted as he took his seat in Mrs. Dodds' class. He was pleasantly surprised when Nico looked up and returned the greeting.
"Morning. Will, right?"
Will almost melted when he heard Nico's Italian accent. He'd never heard anything sexier in his life. He looked at Nico again and saw him raise his eyebrows in confusion.
"It's Will, right?"
"Oh, yeah. Sorry." Will blushed. He hadn't even realized Nico had asked him a question. Idiot.
Nico yawned and then shrugged. "Mornings. Worst time of the day."
"Um, I actually usually like mornings, but, um,"
But Nico had already gone back to whatever he was working on. Will rested his chin on his palm. His idea of an ideal first conversation was not blanking out and then babbling like an idiot. Way to go, Will. Lou Ellen glanced at him from her seat in the front and he gave her a thumbs down. She stuck her bottom lip out before laughing and turning back around. Will sighed and looked towards the front of the room to see a substitute teacher walk in. He groaned.
"Hello, class. I'm Miss Roberts. Please get out last night's homework and discuss any questions you have with the person next to you."
A clueless substitute. He turned over to Nico, who pulled his sheet out of his binder and made a face. "Hope you're better at math than I am. Because, otherwise, you're really screwed."
Will chuckled as he looked at Nico's homework. "Then it's a good thing it's one of my better subjects. But you're a sophomore in a junior class. Doesn't that kind of make a math genius or something?"
"Not even close. My school in Matera had a big emphasis on math, so I'm a year ahead. But I still stink at it."
"Matera? Is that where you lived in Italy?"
"Oh, yeah. Southern Italy. So, what did you get on number thirty-seven?"
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