𝘾𝙐𝙏𝙀 𝘾𝘼𝙎𝙃𝙄𝙀𝙍; south park ☆

𝘾𝙐𝙏𝙀 𝘾𝘼𝙎𝙃𝙄𝙀𝙍☆; science buds

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AFTER A FEW MORE
exhausting rounds of basketball you headed back to the locker rooms with Tolkien and Kyle walking close to you.

"I was doubting your skills but your pretty good bro."

Kyle praised, and it felt as if his arm never left your shoulder.

"Well now you know I'm pro." You huffed out, even though you didn't really do anything you were still exhausted from beginner's luck.

It also seemed as if Tolkien never left your side, "Were you on North Park's basketball team or something? You're not bad at all."

"Nah, I'm not the type of person to join sports teams." You responded, and you felt Kyle's arm fall once he saw you were headed toward your locker.

"Oh yeah, didn't you mention joining band?" Kyle asked, looking at you as he opened his own locker that was next to yours.

You nodded, "I'm considering it. I can play a few instruments but I also don't want to lose my job over it."

Tolkien leaned on the locker next to yours, water bottle in hand, "If your boss says it's okay you should join! It'll be nice seeing you at games."

Maybe I should then.

"I'll ask my boss about it."

★彡

SCIENCE WAS NEXT AND YOU already felt yourself losing brain cells at the mere mention of it.

Plus, you had to sit next to that odd dude.

You headed towards your locker and opened it via code, taking some stuff out and some stuff in.

Damien was quick to follow a few feet behind you, he had seen you walk out of the gym and now he knew what you had for second period, and he was planning on knowing more.

His locker wasn't too far from yours so he would use that as an excuse to stay close to you, pretending to put things in and out.

Watching you was the best part of his day, it was the only good part of the day, he doesn't know how he survived school when you weren't there.

He gripped onto the locker door his head peeled out of, admiring your side profile and the star clips in your hair, god you were adorable.

You startled him by slamming your locker door closed and he saw you starting to walk off so he just slammed his locker and followed in your footsteps.

He followed behind you, catching tiny whiffs of your perfume/cologne/fragrance he melted just by your smell.

Journal clutched to his chest he waited a bit before entering the classroom after you to not seem suspicious, though he made sure to hurry next to you at your seat.

After giving the male next to you a glance and nod of acknowledgment you searched through your bag for all the things you needed for science.

Damien tried his hardest to not stare at you 24/7 through the lesson, but of course, since it was you he was staring at it was difficult not to.

Thankfully, you didn't seem to feel his stare on you as you doodled on your paper, not paying attention to the lesson.

Then when you finally decided to lift your head to the board to see all the notes you were supposed to write down disappear, so instinctively you turned to the person next to you to ask for his notes.

"Psst."

The black-haired male jumped a bit before turning to you.

"Do you have the notes? I wasn't really paying attention." You asked once you saw that you caught his attention.

"Uhm, yeah." He looked down at his notes and tilted his notebook towards you.

"Sorry if my handwriting is a bit messy." He noted, hoping you didn't notice the shake in his voice since this was his first time talking to you and he wanted it to keep going.

"It's fine, you should see mine."
You giggled, and he felt pride for being the reason you did.

Damien peeked at your notebook, your handwriting wasn't that bad, in-fact it was probably the prettiest he's ever seen.

Of course, he didn't expect anything else from you.

"It's not too bad, it looks good."
He smiled softly at you as he watched you copy his notes.

You smiled back even though your head was still leaning towards his notes, "Thanks."

As you were about to finish up the notes you noticed a little doodle in the corner of his notebook.

Wait a minute...
That doodle looks like me.

Maybe you should've felt creeped out, but instead, you felt special knowing someone drew you in their notebook.

Actually, you thought it was adorable.

So before you gave him back the notebook, you made sure he wasn't looking and you made a cute little doodle of him along with a little message.

"Here you go." Smiling you passed him back the notebook.

It took a while for Damien to notice the little drawing beside his, a drawing of him that was in a cute simple art style but also realistically accurate, and it made his heart all giddy.

His face heated up and it was starting to shake out of nervousness when he read the little message next to it.

"This is so cute! You should draw me more often<3!"

Stan was at the desk behind the two, watching their little interaction go on.
"Stan dude, why is your face like that?"
Kevin Stoley asked, confused about why his tablemate looked upset.

Kevin was never one to interfere with people, he was usually quiet with very few friends and he kept to himself a lot, Kevin was and is major nerd who played in band so he wasn't all that popular. But he still had a few connections.

Stan after a few moments turned to him, "Oh uhm, nothing."

Raising a suspicious eyebrow, Kevin shrugged it off and went back to his notes, while Stan went back to staring the at two in front of him until class ended.

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