Soft Spot. (delinquent!male x f!reader)

⥽ 5 ⥼

Monday, November 18th, 8:51 AM

Based on her four-day rotary schedule, (Name) had history on this Monday morning. She didn't mind history but sometimes the teacher's incessant talking made her sleep so early in the morning, today was one of those days. The lesson didn't even start yet but (Name) already felt exhausted sitting at her seat while waiting for the rest of the class to file in, droopy eyes threatening to close and never open for the rest of the morning. I could prob sleep for a minute or two before we start class, (Name) surrendered to her desire to close her eyes, head slumping down into a comfier sleeping position. She felt her consciousness slipping away slowly, but not enough for her to completely pass out.

Letting out a relaxed sigh, she slumped down onto her desk and snuggled deep into her arms. Through the thick cotton of (Name)'s (F/C) hoodie, her desk mate's chair scraped against the floor and a presence sat down. Thinking that it was her desk mate, Carissa, she didn't think much of it. I'll just say hi to her later, she thought, unmoving from her smooshed-up position. Carissa poked at (Name)'s arm a few times, signalling (Name) that she wanted their attention. "Yeah Cari, what is it?" she groaned out her mate's preferred name, her face still tucked deep into her arms. Carissa's jabs got a little rougher, more desperate to get her attention. "Yeah, Cari? What is it?" she griped, shuffling to the side of the desk away from Carissa. Her desk mate usually wasn't a crabby person—in fact, she was quite sweet and thoughtful—so the demanding nudges were a bit irritating to (Name), who was obviously trying to get some rest.

"Am I Cari to you? Whoever that is?"

"Wh- Oh it's just Ray. Ray, wait hi! You got history today morning too?"

Ray frowned at the distance between him and (Name), so he pulled her closer to him by the leg of her chair. "Yeah, happy to see me?" a lazy grin donned on his face. (Name)'s inside bubbled with mild excitement, "Ooh, show me your timetable. I wanna see if we share any other classes." Ray rummaged through his pocket and pulled out a small paper, folded about four to five times. Concerned at his lack of preparation, she hesitantly took the paper from his hands, brushing fingers with him in the process. She unfolded the paper, on edge from the skinship, eyes gliding across the boxes. "It looks like we have home economics, history...Oh! and English," she finished, folding the paper back up and returning it to him. Out of the eight classes, he only shared three with her? Unsatisfied with the small number, he nonchalantly asked about course changes. "You wanna change classes? I mean you could, but guidance is normally super slow. And not that helpful in my opinion, you could totally try though," (Name) suggested, Ray's dissatisfaction growing bigger. He thought about only attending those classes, there wasn't any point coming to school if she wasn't present.

The girl scanned his desk realizing that he didn't have a bag with him.

"Where are your things? How do you expect to learn when you come to class emptyhanded?"

"Eh."

(Name) sighed, wondering how she ended up gaining feelings for someone who was the opposite of her. "Here, I'll give you a pencil and eraser. Keep 'em. I'll give you paper too," she said, unzipping her pencil case to pull out the additional stationery for the boy. "And what are you doing at Cari's seat? She's not going to be happy," (Name) tutted, poking him square in the forehead. "I don't think 'Cari' would mind," he smirked, wrapping his hand over hers and bringing it down. Right as he said that, Carissa walked in as if she was aware that (Name) was just talking about her. Carissa stopped in her tracks, unable to speak or move. "Is that your desk-mate right there, (Name)? You wouldn't mind if I sit here from now on, would you Cari?" Ray shot her an innocent smile, casually resting his head on her hand. Carissa heated up at the charming smile and shook her head, "No of course not! Go ahead." Not wanting to disturb him any further, Carissa made her way to the other side of the classroom and claimed an unused desk. (Name) watched as her ex-desk mate scurried away with a flustered yet traumatized face.