Eli Brooks/Reader

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You and Eli Brooks had been friends since the middle of last year, you had transferred to the school because you were struggling with the people there and their attitudes that seemed as though they should have belonged to a conservative middle aged white man. Going somewhere completely new was a little intimidating but you would rather that then your previous school, you still met twats here and there but generally the school had a different energy to it and you were much happier both socially and academically.

You and Eli met in a science class on your second day, Matt and Klitz were in maths and since he had no one else he strided towards you with an air of confidence announcing himself and asking if you had a partner, since everyone else was matched up you accepted and was grateful for the offer. Eli was pretty much hopeless in most lessons, it was his own fault though due to his lack of studying and insistence he would simply skip further education and start his own film production.

He was a cocky character unlike yourself and despite your differences you got on surprisingly well, he'd introduced you to his minions and shared all his filming ideas. You loved his tacky hawaiian shirts and battered trainers, the way he was unapologetically himself and would boast about the most odd things. You'd grown to adore him and all his minor quirks, his music taste that consisted of hyper pop and Eminem. Whenever Matt and Danielle would display affection he'd do the same to you swinging an arm around you or purse and smack his lips in mockery of the other couple. The way he'd have cuteness aggression when drunk and would say stupid stuff like "it's so cute I wanna bite it" and how he'd make grabby hands when he wanted something. He'd also call you babe or another ridiculous pet name that would make you flustered and cause a blotchy blush to appear all over your face, he was dreadful at flirting but you loved it all the same.

It was easy to interpret your friendship as more than that but you wouldn't dare take that step to put such a label on it. Besides Eli regularly expressed how he thought things were gay and often called people fags, that was what made you hesitant to tell him you were gay, as you worried it may change your dynamic and ruin things between you completely. You'd already confided in Klitz by dropping it casually in a conversation and unsurprisingly he was fine with it, commenting on how he was glad you felt you could trust him. You left out the part about Eli though, you were unsure yourself and saying aloud was confirming your feelings, something you were afraid to do. You made him swear secrecy, it wasn't that you were ashamed, just not a fan of others judgement.

"Hey, earth to y/n" Eli says slamming a book down beside you "Wow Eli Brooks reading a book, never thought I'd see this day." You reply, voice laced with sarcasm. He sits down beside you "Haha very funny, I honestly cannot do math for the life of me, will you help me? Please?" He pleads, pushing out him bottom lip and attempting puppy eyes. "I'm doing english right now, I'll help you after school." You say not lifting your eyes from the book "Yeah sure, my place?" He asks opening a bag of gummy worms and offering you one. Another thing you'd noticed about Eli is his sweet tooth, he practically has a sugar addiction and can't go more than a day or so without having some sort of candy. "Sure, it's a date." You say casually, rummaging around in the plastic bag for your favourite flavor. "Thank you y/n, appreciate it" he says going to stand up before ruffling your hair, something he knows irritates you "Dude really?" You question trying to neaten it "You love it really, I can tell." He remarks exiting the library.

The day passes slowly and you look forward to the end of it, you were aware you probably wouldn't end up studying but there was always an excuse for another study date that way. You gather your things and leave your lesson walking to the front of the school when you see Eli running towards you. His run was quite cute and camp which was amusing considering he claimed to be some sort of hyper masculine alpha male. He stopped and his baggy jacket was no longer draping over his hands so you could now see his bitten nails and black nail varnish. Considering his attitude towards men doing feminine things, he was quite guilty of being hypocritical. Perhaps he considered himself the exception to the rule. "Come on then." He says grabbing your wrist and pulling you along.