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He studied her like he would an unsolvable math problem, a beautiful but complex math problem. Isabel was the hottest girl in the school in Issac’s opinion. Her cheerleader uniform she always seemed to wear that accentuated her beautifully rounded breasts. “I’d like to do a math problem on those” he thought quietly to himself (or at least he thought he did). But unfortunately unbeknownst to him she had heard the last part. He was so lost in thought that he did not even realize she was in the room at that very moment.
“What are you staring at?” she demanded in that oh so sexy tone that always seemed to turn him on just a little bit.
He nervously scratched the back of his neck and responded “uh oh nothing uh yeah nothing really” She glared at him a little which made him nervously fidget with his already slightly messed up glasses.
“Come on spit it out” she almost seemed to hiss at him when she said.
He decided in that moment just to man up and confess to her (that she was the love of his life his everything the sun the moon the stars), he shook his head realizing that that was a little too much to say to her so instead he settled on the best compliment in his arsenal (he had never used it but he figured that it might be worth it to try it out).
He thought to himself “here goes nothing”, “it’s now or never” and all those other cliche sayings while trying to muster up even more courage to say what he wanted to say.
It seemed to be hours that Issac was debating on whether or not to tell her the truth. He was weighing the pros and cons when Isabel finally made the decision for him with two simple words “I’m waiting”. She was saying that not only with her words but her body language as well. That body, that oh so perfect body of hers.
Issac tried to act smooth leaning up against the wall like he saw in all his movies but instead he just looked like a fumbling nerd (which he was but still). At first all that came out of his mouth was a mix of ums and uhs and similar phrases like that. All hope seemed to be lost and it seemed that he may never tell her the truth leading to Isabel never knowing how he felt about her. However, hearing her sigh and just stared at her nails, seeming very bored he knew he had to tell her here and now or risk losing the girl.
“Isabel?” he said shyly, her name seemed more like a question that he was unsure of if he wanted the answer to than anything else.
“Yes Issac” she responded in a softer tone than Isacc ever thought was possible coming from such a girl like her.
“Is this it, is the guy I have secretly been pining after for years finally going to ask me out” Isabel thought to herself. Yes, the head cheerleader had a crush on the class nerd. It was a cliche straight out of the movies. But in this one, the “ugly duckling” was already very handsome in her eyes.
“I think you are Euler’s Identity. Euler’s Identity is beautiful because” mphmmmmm. He was taken by surprise at first by the kiss but slowly Issac seemed into it. The kiss was gentle at first, their bodies tangled together like they were made for each other.
Then the pair could not take it anymore and all the built up tension that had been between the two of them for years finally got released.
They studied each other's bodies inside and out, learning new things about the other that they had never known before.
The day of the test Issac could not think of anything but Isabel, which resulted in him getting a D+. It did not bother him, nothing did because he finally got the girl of his dreams.