hayley:

“O… Okay, I sssssuppose. I’m… p-p-p-pretty g-good at phhhysssics, ssso… um… h-how did you d-d-d-do?”

          ❛ me? i think i did okay, too. ❜

thespraggmeister sided with a GEEK!

     how do y’think you did on the test?

thespraggmeister:

Overwhelming is probably the most accurate term, here. “I… th-th… thank you.”

That’s the right thing to say when a boy says you’re pretty, isn’t it? Thank you? The pause is awkward and lengthy, which isn’t a surprise considweing the conversation’s two very awkward participants. Finally, Hayley speaks up. “I’m, um… m… my name’s H-H-H… Hayley. Y-Y… You g-go to MMMcKinley, too, d-d-don’t you?”

    this was a surprise, even to sam; ever having the guts to go up to
    a really cute girl to let her know was never his forte, but here he
    was, letting a fellow freshman & classmate know. 

   “n-no problem. & it’s nice meeting you, hayley. i’m sam,” the
    mention of school let his introduction be pursued by a nod. 
   “yeah. i think i’ve seen you in the halls,” and here comes the
    small worries she may find his compliment a bit creepy. he
    rubs the back of his neck as another wave of silence rolls in.

thespraggmeister:

Pretty? But… she was just a freshman. She wasn’t that pretty, was she? Most people didn’t say she was pretty. Usually it was weird.

“I–wh-wh-wh-who sssaid that? Are… Are you ssssure they w-weren’t j-j-joking?”

      “what? no, i’m – they weren’t joking,” a nervous laugh
       was inevitable, given how unexpected her reaction was. 

      “i,” a pause burrows its way into the conversation,
      thankfully. sam’s head dips down and he takes in a deep
      breath to soothe his biting nerves, “it was me. i.. think
      you’re .. very pretty.” a blush blossomed on his cheeks,
      emphasizing a sheepish smile curling on his lips.