𝙋𝙀𝙍𝙁𝙀𝘾𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉 || EDDIE MUNSON

Genuine Leather

THE entire class it was like Jameson was ignoring her, not that she was complaining, she couldn't get him to leave her alone or shut the hell up half the time. But today it was as if he was actively trying not to talk to her. His answers stayed short and blunt if they were even verbal at all. His gaze averted from her, and when he did look at her his eyes shifted around like he was up to no good.

"Did I do something wrong?" She asked abruptly.

"What?" he looked at her surprised. "No! I'm just focused today."

"Focused enough to look at me every twenty seconds and them ignoring me like you didn't?" She asked sarcastically.

"Point." The redhead sighed.

"So then what? You can't hide shit from me you know that." Brandy gave him an incredulous look.

"I'm not hiding anything." He said, looking down at his feet.

"Bull," She pointed at him. "The fact that you one, had to clarify you weren't hiding anything tells me you're hiding something, and two, you looked away."

"What are you? An expert in body language?" He asked with an annoyed sigh.

"What is it?" She asked skeptically.

"What is what?" He hummed.

"Don't play dumb with me." Brandy rolled her eyes. "It better not be any birthday crap," She told him, going back to her schoolwork. "You know how I feel about that."

"It's not, smarty pants." He lied.

"Good," She nodded, sounding less convincing to herself than she to did him. The two sat in silence for a while until the bell rang. Brandy stood looking to him, "I'll see you carrot top," She teased.

"Bye snot nose,"

"I know where you live," She threatened.

"I know where you sleep," He joked back.

"Yeah yeah," She shoved him as they exited the classroom.

"Hey!" He laughed as he shoved her back. Brandy stumbled a few paces using the boy's sleeve to keep her upright.

"You literally suck, I hope you know that." Brandy told him with a bright smile and slightly irked chuckle.

"You are such a bully," He told her dramatically. His hand flew to his chest in a theatrical manner.

"Only to you."

"Don't look now, but I think somebody's waiting on you," Jameson said in teasing, elbowing her lightly. Brandy whipped her head to the side, making eye contact with Eddie, who stood idly by her locker. "What do you not understand by 'don't look now'?" he complained.

"Go to class, slacker." She hushed him with a light shoulder check before making her way to over Eddie who waited patiently. For once.

The boy in question looked a little off to her. Like a kicked puppy almost, his eyebrows weren't necessarily furrowed, but they weren't raised in his normal hyper manner either. One of his hands played with the chain bracelet on his wrist as opposed to fumbling and fidgeting with one of his many rings. Brandy walked up to him curiously, her books clutched to her chest tightly as if they would fly away without her steady hands.

"Hey," Brandy greeted kindly. The teen observed his features, looking at his face for any signs of expressions other than the one he currently kept.

"Hi," he said, crossing his arms as he pursed his lips in a tight smile.

"You okay?" She asked with sincerity in her eyes. She creased her brows at the boy, a million things running through her head as she did so.

"Yeah," He nodded with a short sigh, his eyes looking down the hall in a forlorn manner. "Yeah," Eddie looked back down at her with a quick smile.