Chase Atlantic One Shots

Pressing On His Fingers

Words: 1129

Written: November 23,2021

Summary: A classroom love story.

It's been a minute guys! Sorry for taking so long to post another story, I've been really busy with school work and my jobs. Art college is a little more work than I originally thought it would be, lol.

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  "There are three examples I'm going to narrow in on. Here is the first prepositional phrase..." the older professor rambles on about the lesson for the day.

   The bright sun shines through the window-filled classroom. The light bounces off of the metal stools, making the dull gray more appealing. A pen clicks in the back corner as someone in the front of the class lightly taps their foot against the patterned carpet.

   "Pssst"

   Christian looks over to his right. A young woman with long dark hair daintily scribbles in her notebook. Her hair effortlessly flows off her shoulder as she looks up at the board.

   "PSSTTTT"

   The boy to Christan's left throws a wadded-up paper ball on the blonde boy's desk.

   "What?" Christian whispers back to the dark-haired boy.

   "Did you do the homework?"

   "Yes... why?"

   The other boy's eyes grow big as a thought develops in his head. "Can I see it?"

   "No." Christan turns back in his seat so he faces the front. The professor remains at the board analyzing a multitude of sentence structures.

   "They're kinda unequal here between these three parts. For this guy's editor, we can help him out some by adding some nouns here and...."

   "PSSTTT"

   Christan whips his head around towards the other boy, "Stop. you're not going to get my homework. You should've done it yourself."

   "Oh come on, it's not that serious. Pleaasssseeeee?"

   Christan looks back at his notes and continues jotting down what the professor is saying. The blue pen flies across the lined paper, writing down everything about -ing verbs.

   "Alright class, we're going to start a project here." the older professor backs away from the board and shuffles through a stack of papers on the desk in front of her. She pulls out a list of names and starts reading them off to the class. "Mason and Luke. Willow and Grace. Ivy and Sienna. Christian and Mitchel. Freya and...."

   "Aye, we're paired together." The boy next to Christan whispers in enjoyment.

   Christain sighs as he hands his homework over to Mitchel.

   "Thank you, mate!"

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   The lunchroom buzzes with excitement as people run around getting their school lunch. The gray potatoes and the pink meat are anything but appetizing to Christan. The young boy sits at the small table alone, sorting through the mush in front of him.

   "Hiya partner!" Mitchel throws his bag onto the table as he sits down.

   "What do you want?" Christan grumbles as he pushes the food tray away from him.

   "So for the project, can we meet up tonight to discuss the topics?"

   "I guess." Christian sighs.

   "Great! Here's my address. I'll see you at 5" Mitchel jumps out of the seat and grabs his bag before taking off into the crowd.

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*DING DONG*

   Christan can hear the house's doorbell from outside the front door. The tall wooden door shines a basic grey shade. A fake flower wreath hangs from the door, giving the boring house some color.

   The door swings open and a gust of cool air is pushed into Christan's face.

   "Hey! Come on in." Mitchel steps aside letting Christain in the two-story house. "Don't mind the mess, my brothers are slobs."

   A boy older than Mitchel runs into the kitchen with a shoe in his hand. "MOMMMMMM"

   "Stop running!" an older boy follows quickly behind the younger boy.

   Mitchel shakes his head as he watches his brothers chase each other around the house. "Those are my older brothers, Clinton and Taylor. Here let's go to my room."

   The boys make their way up the wooden steps and turn the corner at the top. Right around the corner is Mitchel's room. For having two other brothers Mitchel has a spacious room. His small twin bed tucked tightly in the back corner and his desk across from it.

   Christain walks into the room and carefully sits on the bed. Mitchel rolls his desk chair into the middle of his room and sits down.

   "Let's get started."

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   The two boys brainstorm the different ideas they have for the book of their choice. They list out their favorite books and movies and pick the few that interlay.

   "Okay, Tokyo Ghoul was incredible." Mitchel gasps as he reads Christian's list.

   "Oh I know right! When he took down..." Christan rants about his favorite scene in the show as Mitchel eagerly listens.

   Mitchel stares intensely at Christian's glimmering eyes as the setting sun shines through the boy's thin blonde hair. His grey sweatshirt clinging to his thin waist as his joggers stretch around his thighs.

   "Mitchel?" Christain catches Mitchel zoning out.

   "Uh-huh..." Mitchel mumbles.

   "Mitchel?" Christian places his hand on Mitchel's knee, "You there?"

   Mitchel jumps back to consciousness. He shakes his head trying to focus his attention back on the project, "Yeah sorry, got distracted there for a bit."

   "I could tell." Christain chuckles, "Back to work now."

-

   The project's presentation is today and all of the students chat with their partner about the assignment, finishing up any last tasks. The professor sits at her desk grading some essays from a different class.

   "We will start the presentation in five minutes class. Finish up any last things and well have Mason and his partner come up."

   "Just remember to talk about the point of view, that's literally the whole project." Christian flips through his notes.

   "Easy, don't worry, we got this." Mitchel leans back in his seat and crosses his legs.

   A drop of sweat drips down Christian's furrowed brow. He anxiously flips through his notebook trying to remember the main points.

   The professor calls the first group to the front of the class. The two boys flip through their notes and present their topic. Mitchel looks over at Christian who is rapidly bouncing his leg.

   "Hey, it'll be okay." Mitchel scoots closer to the other boy and places his hand on top of Christan's.

   Christian's eyes grow big as he looks down at Mitchel's hand on his. He has the urge to move his hand but refrains from doing so.

   Mitchel sees Christian's shocked expression and quickly removes his hand. "Sorry I didn't mean to," he mumbles as he places his hand back in his lap.

   Christian looks down. He slides his hand under the desk and slowly finds Mitchel's hand with his. He intertwines his fingers with Mitchel's and tightly grips onto the other boy.

   "Thank you." Christina blushes as Mitchel squeezes his hand.

   "Of course." Mitchel grins.