Aaron T x Aaron Z| Oneshots

Highschool Dance Club (part 4)

Word count: 1919

Aaron T's POV

For once it was Aaron with a 'Z' who had fallen asleep in class, except he continued to do it for the rest of the week. Somehow, Z managed to be active during the tryouts and the dance team's first practice, but during classes, he was passed out on his desk. It was as if the Aarons had switched roles.

T didn't mind. Ever since making the dance team along with Tae, Jesse, and Aaron Z, he had time to gaze at the tall athlete from afar. Tae was correct when he said Z was quiet- he barely ever spoke, but when he did, his words were calculated and well thought out.

Z slept with his head tucked into his arms. He always slept with his face turned towards T and he woke at the same time every day, two minutes before the bell. Z- that's what his friends called him- still managed to get good grades while T- the dance team called him "T" to avoid confusion- still managed to fail nearly every quiz whether he was awake or not. It was probably because even when T was awake, his focus was not on Mr. Dutton, but the boy next to him.

He considered that it was a little creepy how he watched him sleep, but he stopped caring days ago. As the period drew to an end and Aaron Z woke, T's gaze jerked away from his deskmate. He already started to pack up his supplies. Students filed out of the classroom as Mr. Dutton continued to speak, Aaron Z being one of the first to leave.

With one swift hand, Mr. Dutton reached and hooked his finger around Z's backpack.

"Wait a second, Aaron," he said. T watched from his desk as his teacher pulled him aside, glancing at Aaron T as he began to speak.

Their eyes locked for a brief moment and the teacher waved him over. As T stood from his seat, Z nodded to the words Mr. Dutton spoke. T couldn't tell what the teacher was saying, but he had a feeling that it wasn't positive. It was no secret that the teachers at SENY didn't like him. Had they spread rumors about him? Was Mr. Dutton going to punish him for something that he'd done in another class?

"I'm sure you've met Aaron," Mr. Dutton said as he eased his way up to the two of them. When he realized that they shared the same name, he chuckled and shook his head as if he'd told them a joke.

"Yeah," T said because what else was he supposed to say? It wasn't like he had the courage to say, "Yeah, he's the prettiest and most talented guy I've laid eyes on. Did you know that his eyelashes flutter in his sleep?"

Aaron gave a single nod.

"Good," the teacher said. "I'd like you two to get to know each other a lot better," he said. Aaron T felt his cheeks heat. He didn't even bother to try and imagine how red they had gotten.

"What? W-what do you mean?" He tried not to stutter.

He could have sworn he saw a small smile break the taller boy's lips.

"Well, it seems like Aaron over here excels in this class," Mr. Dutton began. He motioned towards Aaron Z. "And you... not so much," he said and looked at T in the eyes. He didn't know what was more embarrassing: the way his stupid cheeks were blushing or the way his teacher was exposing his bad grades. He supposed that it was already kind of obvious, though.

"So, why do you want us to be friends?" Z asked. It was the most he heard him speak in that entire class. T knew that he'd never admit it- mostly because Z was a boy, but his voice stirred a flutter in his chest. Maybe it was because he spoke so occasionally that it was hard to get used to. Maybe he just liked the way his lips moved as he pronounced his words in a low tone.

"Well you don't have to be friends, but what I would like is for you to be a tutor," Dutton said to Z. The tall caramel-skinned boy raised his brows. He seemed to consider what to reply for a few moments. Their teacher waited patiently until Z settled by saying, "I'm not good at teaching." Mr. Dutton gave a small shrug with a tight-lipped smile.