Seventeen year-old Emma Young and eighteen year-old Noah Wilson. Complete strangers. All they know is each others names and their reputations.
The smart, sweet, quiet girl.
The sarcastic, dumb, popular boy.
Different groups of different people livin...
Noah and Emma had spent an entire weekend in his room watching Avengers movies in order, being hardcore fans. He rolled his eyes as she cried when Pietro died, both crying over Tonys and Nats. This is a week after finding her prom dress.
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Now, it's Monday and they're all eating lunch.
"You guys have a date, yet?" Emma asks.
"No." They sulk.
"I say one of you ask the girl you so rudely ran into."
"Dude, that was weeks ago." Nathan throws his hands.
She gets her phone out and goes looking for Izzys instagram.
"We don't even know what she looks like." Jacob shakes his head.
"She's probably weird, too." Nathan guesses.
"It's a no." Logan states and Shawn agrees.
"You're telling me, you wouldn't wanna take this girl to prom?" Emma smiles.
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"Oh, wow." Jacob sighs.
"That's her?" Shawn asks.
"Yep."
"What?" Logan asks.
"Nathan?"
"Hmm?"
"What do you think?"
"I think he likes her." Noah smirks.
"Nu-huh."
"Horrible liar." Emma chuckles.
She hands her phone to Noah and gets up.
"What're you doing?" Nathan asks quickly.
"Oh, nothing."
"Emma."
She smiles and walks away, them watching her sit right beside Izzy.
"Damnit." Nathan hisses.
"Matchmaker." Noah smiles. "She's gonna do it to every single one of you."
"No." They say.
"Oh, yeah."
They worriedly watch as the girls smile and Izzy nods.
"What does that mean?" Nathan asks.
Emma pulls her out of the seat and Izzy tries to shyly say no, but Emma just keeps nodding.
"You know you want to." They hear Emma smile.
"Yeah, but-"
"What?" Nathan asks.
Emma sits Izzy beside her and smiles as Izzy shyly looks at Nathan before looking down.
