Teenage Fever | Jude Bellingham (Completed)

06.

𝑩𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒆 𝑫𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒅𝒔𝒐𝒏
Unexpected
𖣘ꨄ❤︎

I stared at the 82% on my laptop screen. It was pretty impressive for someone who had lent out their main source of knowledge to a guy she was crushing on. Glancing across the room, I could see Trent smiling; I guess he did well too. None of us had expected the grades to be posted this early. However, when Aria, arguably the smartest person I've ever known, announced that the grades were up on the portal, those who cared immediately logged on to check.

I was almost through with the day; I just had one more class, then an hour to rest before work. That didn't even sound right—me having a job. How the mighty have fallen. I used to go on and on in primary school, saying I didn't dream of labor, but something happened in high school. Now all I wanted was to get to university, get my degree, my masters, then journey into my field.

"How'd you do?" I heard the scouser accent behind me as I walked out. I turned around and there was Trent adjusting his bag strap on his shoulder as he caught up with me.

"82," I simply said, "How about you?"

"96" He responded, I was shocked. And I hope it wasn't showing on my face. This course had one of the highest failure rates. There's no way me lending him my textbook did that. He had to have been smart all this time.

"96?" I questioned, unable to hide my disbelief. "You're joking. The only person who'd get a 96 would be Aria." She was freakishly smart.

"Are you calling me an idiot?" He said, stopping in his track.

I shook my head quickly, realizing my mistake. "No, no, that's not what I meant. I just meant that... well, you know how Aria is. She's just on another level when it comes to academics."

Trent's expression softened, and he chuckled. "Yeah, she definitely sets the bar high. But hey, some of us can surprise you too."

I smiled, relieved that he didn't take offense. "Yeah, you're right. Sorry if it came out wrong."

"No worries," he replied, waving it off.

"Did the notes I made in the book , help in anyway. This is me trying to leech off your grade by the way," I laughed, and he did too.

"No," he responded, glancing at his Apple Watch. "I didn't even use the book. Truth is, I kind of wanted a reason to talk to you, and when I approached, for some reason, asking to borrow your book was what came out of my mouth. But I went through all of that, gave you my number and you haven't texted me."

Was I hearing him correctly? Did I make him nervous or something? Was he waiting on the text. I sat the entire night thinking of an opener, hey it's bri, just gave me the ick. I was truly overthinking it.

"Yea, you're lying" I scoffed, no way I'm believing that one. "But I went in and fell asleep," I lied.

He nodded before answering, " well it's true. I know you're super into your books, and that you live on the second floor. I wasn't aware of what you do for extracurricular activities. I haven't seen you at any of the parties or football games. But I guess borrowing the book broke the ice nicely, I mean we're having a conversation now," he explained.

It's funny he'd say that because I've seen him at the parties and games.

"You make a strong point," I smiled.