One Cup of Sugar || Sasha x Niccolo

30 - Playing Filthy

AN: Let's get messy.

Pay attention to POV changes again!!

- J
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Niccolos POV:

"C'mon Niccolo, I think it would be funny to watch them attempt macaroons." Pieck laughs from across the table.

We were in the classroom again after another exhausting day of trying to not rip our hair out over these students. Pieck was writing down another lesson plan for the week ahead as I was making dough for cinnamon rolls.

"So funny. I could only imagine the problems we'd get called over for." I shake my head.

"Cracking tops, hollow shells, wrinkles, air bubbles... should I go on?"

"I'm nauseous thinking about it." I glance up at her. "I think cinnamon rolls are good, and maybe banana bread? It's hard to go wrong there."

"Don't jinx us!" She slaps her forehead with her hand.

"Okay, okay," I mumble, stifling a small laugh.

Pieck is a funny person, especially when we talked about the students. We both would talk about the interesting things that happened in the classes during the day once everyone left, mostly making fun of the students who lacked any kind of culinary experience. These classes were supposed to be for college students, so we assumed that they would have some experience in the kitchen. However, so many of them shocked us with how much skill they just...lacked.

My phone goes off from beside me, seeing a text message from Sasha on my screen.

I hadn't spoken to her much since the last phone call we had, which was before her class a few days ago. She'd been going to bed a lot earlier since she knew that Pieck and I were doing the lesson plans for a bit.

So, seeing her text shocked me.

My hands were currently full, and not to mention sticky from the dough.

Would it be weird if I asked Pieck to reply for me? She'd understand, right?

"Hey, Pieck?"

"What's up?" She puts her pencil down, looking up at me as she sat in front of me. She was wearing a white button up with her sleeves rolled up slightly, stopping below her elbow. Her hair was pulled back with some side pieces hanging out, messy from running around all day as she helped students. Her eyes were slightly squinted like she was tired and desperately wanted sleep.

"Do you mind answering the text I just got? It's from someone important."

"Yeah, no problem!" She grabs my phone. "Password?"

"0726"

Sashas birthday.

Pieck turns the phone around, showing me my texts with Sasha.

Sash<3:
Hey. I really need to talk to you tonight.
Something happened and I just need you.
I'm sorry, I know you're busy and stuff but please.

My heart drops. I wished I could call her now. Something happened to her, and I wasn't there. She needs me. It was already almost eleven for her and she said she'd stay up. I didn't want to keep her waiting.

"Fuck," I mumble, dropping my head forward. "Tell her that I'll call her as soon as I get out of here, please."

Pieck nods, typing out a text on my phone. She turns it around to me, showing me what she said.