⇢ ˗ˏˋ $𝟓.𝟔𝟕, 𝐬𝐢𝐫 ࿐ྂ

he isn't a brunet, genius

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Leaning against a locker in the change room, Nick watched as George rushed to get dressed in the clothes he wore from earlier in the day.

The brunet wanted to go to the library and pick up some books for his history class to brush up on ancient artifacts and wars no one could remember, forcefully dragging his best friend along since the leader of their trio had business to attend to.

Usually, George would take Clay to the library and bore him to death with lectures about Ivy League and college applications, but due to the blond's absence, Nick would be in his place.

The Texan couldn't care less about books, or school, or even college for that matter. He knew that if he could get a scholarship for basketball, his parents would pay someone to write all his exams. He'd be one step closer to his NBA dream in no time.

Groaning as George talked about hieroglyphics for the fifth time that week, Nick trailed behind the boy with dark hair, the most stultified he's ever been. Although they were best friends, they couldn't be anymore different. The only things they had in common were sports, video games, and Clay.

Nick watched as George opened the glass door to the library, the shorter of the two heading straight for the non-fiction section of the room. With his sneakers dragging against the grey tiles, Nick looked around for any form of merriment absentmindedly.

On his search for something fun, the Texan's eyes landed on the prettiest girl he'd ever seen, her diligent eyes scanning the page she was on as she held an open book.

Although law textbooks and philosophers' biographies were spread out on the wooden table she sat at, in her hands was a fiction book. Something sci-fi and most definitely action-based.

Staring like a child who'd just walked through the gates of Disney World, Nick couldn't help but work her features over in his mind, taking note of every small detail about her, his current fixation being her mannerisms.

The way she'd smile or laugh to herself when something funny happened in the book, the way her fingertips would play with the page on the right in her final paragraphs before turning it. Sometimes, if Nick was lucky, he'd see the gorgeous colour of her eyes when she looked up as the library door opened.

He wondered if she'd done the same when he walked in.

"Nick!" George hissed, eyes narrowed at the boy. Successfully grabbing the Texan's attention, George rolled his eyes once said teen approached him.

"Sorry, I thought I recognized someone," Nick spewed a blatant lie as he watched George look over at the girl he was once staring at.

"Right... Well anyways, pay attention. If Clay was here, he'd help me," the Brit complained with a scoff.

"Do I look like your boyfriend?" Nick huffed and began reading book spines for the title George was searching for.

"Stop saying that, the whole team thinks we're actually dating. It's annoying."

After that first trip to the library, Nick couldn't help but offer to join George every time he wanted to go. Clay was getting more busy with helping at his dad's business, the blond always rushing from the gym and being the first to leave. Soon, it was only the two shorter members of the trio who'd go to the library, their rightful leader fading out of the equation.