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Nobody's POV:-
"So, you're going to take me to that dinner or what?", Jack asked Corbyn, crossing his arms.

"You seem quite desperate, baby boy", Corbyn said smirking.

"N-No I d-don't", Jack tried to protest."It's just-you told Frost and he's definitely going to keep an eye on us".

Corbyn smirked and grabbed Jack's wrist, closing the distance between them causing Jack's breath to hitch in his throat. Corbyn smiled satisfied before slowly moving his mouth to Jack's ear.

"I'll take you out to dinner, Sweetheart", he whispered causing Jack to shiver at the nickname."But only if you promise to stop getting tutoring lessons from that prick".

Corbyn's voice had turned a little rough and the usual amusement in his voice was gone. Jack winced as he felt Corbyn's hand tighten a little around his wrist.

"F-Fine", he muttered out and Corbyn pulled away grinning again, seeming satisfied.

"Let's go", the older brunette said and grabbed Jack's hand, pulling him towards the parking lot.

He got into Jack's car and drove off.

"Where do you wanna go?", Corbyn asked him as he swerved a little to the right causing Jack to grip his seat tightly.

"I don't know", Jack said shrugging, trying to keep his voice smooth but he failed miserably. He took a deep breath and sat up a little.

"I could really go for some pizza right now", he said, this time his voice less wavery.

"Seriously. Can't you think of anything else? Pizza's not that healthy for you", Corbyn said as he turned towards the left violently almost knocking a car over."At least let me decide what to eat?"

"I-ummm... Are you willing to pay for more than just pizza for me?", Jack asked the taller boy.

Corbyn let out a chuckle as he stopped the car abruptly at the stop sign.

"Who said I'm paying, darling?", he said turning to grin at Jack and for a second there,  Jack's heart fluttered a little at the nickname but then his jaw clenched and he glared at Corbyn.

"You really don't expect me to pay, do you, you asshole?", he said angrily.

"You're the one who insisted on going to dinner. Might as well pay up, baby doll", Corbyn said shrugging carelessly as he drove on. The grin was still visible on his face.

"God, you're such an asshole", Jack said, groaning.

"Mmhmm", Corbyn murmured in amusement, clearly trying to annoy the shit out of the already angered teen beside him.

"Fine. I'll pay", Jack finally said."Where are we going?"

Corbyn just grinned, not responding to Jack's question as they suddenly pulled to a stop. Jack looked up and rolled his eyes.

"Really Corbyn? McDonalds", he said turning to the grinning boy."Like a burger's really healthy for you".

"I didn't say we were getting a burger", Corbyn said grinning widely.

Jack raised an eyebrow at him and Corbyn chuckled.

"We're going to get the breakfast burrito", he stated calmly.

"Dude!", Jack sighed out."Fine!".

Corbyn smirked widely and ordered two breakfast burritos and a large drink. As the girl came back with their orders, Jack pulled out his wallet to get his credit card when Corbyn stopped him, raising his hand.

"I got this", he mumbled out and Jack's eyes widened.

"But you said-", Jack started but Corbyn cut him off.

"I know what I said", Corbyn said interrupting him."Now put the god damn credit card back".

With that the older boy pulled his own credit card out and handed it to the lady as Jack sat there smiling softly. Maybe Corbyn Besson was going soft on him.

He grinned widely as he opened his burrito, causing Corbyn to raise his eyebrow at him.

"Woah. I didn't know you would be this excited for a burrito", Corbyn said with a teasing tone.

"Yeah well. They're my favorite", Jack quickly replied, masking up the real reason for his smile. He could tease Corbyn but he has learnt in the last few weeks that Corbyn barely showed any affection towards anyone, let alone do a favor.

Corbyn chuckled but nodded, biting into his own burrito and the two boys sat there, enjoying their food and secretly glad of each other's company.

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