Throwing books-solangelo

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In simple words, it had not been a good day. Nico’s temper was slowly boiling throughout the day until he thought he was going to explode. His final class was English with an insufferable teacher who always veered off topic for too long and allowed chaos to take over the room and insufferable classmates who took advantage of it each time.

Usually, Nico simply ignored them by reading, but that day had been too stressful for him and he had a splitting headache. Regardless, as he sat in class he pulled out a worn copy of Frankenstein and tried to indulge himself in the words.

Meanwhile, the teacher had decided to play The Great Gatsby for the class. He turned out the lights and Nico figured he would just watch. He enjoyed the movie anyway. But the other in the class obviously didn’t. They joked and commented on the first few scenes, causing Nico’s nerves to fray a little more.

Particularly one boy’s laughter which sounded like the chittering of a chipmunk after each joke made. “Shut up,” Nico hissed to all of them. He got a few angry glares, but the glare he gave them in return made them look away hastily. Then the frustrating chipmunk laugh from the blond boy in a desk near the front resonate through the room and, without thinking, Nico grabbed his worn Frankenstein copy and threw right at his head.

“Ow!” he yelped. He turned to Nico in shock. “What the hell was that for?” he snapped.

“Shut your freaking mouth!” Nico snapped back.

“You didn’t have to throw a book at me!”

“What’s going on?” the teacher intervened.

The girl next to him pointed at Nico. “He threw a book at Will.”

The teacher looked at Nico disapprovingly and pulled out the pink write up slips, which then caused the class to ooh in spite of him. “I hope you didn’t have any plans after school. Here’s your detention slip.” He placed the bright mocking paper on his desk. Will walked over and placed the book back on his desk. Before he returned to his seat, the teacher stopped him and looked at Nico pointedly. “Apologize to your classmate.”

Nico jutted out his jaw and let his head drop, staring at the teacher in disbelief. He was a junior. Not a kindergartner. The teacher only looked at him expectantly. Nico turned his gaze to the blond chipmunk and raised his chin defiantly, only for the sarcastic words to die in his throat.

In the darkness of the classroom, his blue eyes seemed mysterious, shining back with the reflection of the projector. His hair fell around his face in carefully placed waves. His jaw was chiseled, his expression uncomfortable. He was… goddammit, he was cute. Nico could actually feel his anger dissipating, his cheeks reddening from overreacting.

“We’re waiting, Nico,” the teacher prodded.

“It’s fine, really,” Will told him, not looking at Nico. “It’s whatever. Let’s just finish the movie.”

His voice had a small rasp to it, making it husky and wonderful and soothing. “Unless you want two days of detention, Mr. di Angelo, I suggest you apologize.”

“I-I’m sorry,” he managed to stammer. “I’m… sorry I threw a book… at your head.”

Will gave him an awkward tense smile. “Alright.” He scratched the back of his neck and turned away to sit down. Nico looked down at the pink paper with the scratchy writing. Threw book at student’s head during educational video. God every single part of that sentence was just ridiculous.

As the final bell rang, Nico started for the door catching a glimpse of Will rubbing the back of his head distractedly. He went to the detention hall and as he sat there for the next two hours, the memory of Will’s cuteness began to fade and anger began to resurface.

Stupid, stupid blond with his stupid, stupid laugh causing Nico to stay after in this stupid, stupid school for two more stupid, stupid hours.

By the time he was allowed to leave, he was filled with anger and the urge to walk up to the blue eyed nitwit and tell him just how annoying his laugh was and how much he hated him.

He swallowed his words the moment he stepped outside the school doors. Will was leaning against a pillar, scrolling through his phone, the sun glinting against his blond hair so it looked like he was glowing. His eyes, much clearer in the daylight than they had been in class, flickered up as though he sensed he was being watched. When he saw Nico, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion and probably distaste.

Begrudgingly, Nico walked over to him and cleared his throat. “Uh, I wanted to apologize… again… for real… about the book.”

“Uh, okay,” he answered. “You didn’t give me a concussion or anything. You can stop apologizing.”

Nico met his eyes and realized he had freckles- freckles that hadn’t been visible before, splattering his cheeks the way a paintbrush splattered a canvas. How was it possible that he was even cuter in the daylight? “Uh, still… I’m not usually throwing books at people. I just had a very long, very frustrating day. And the fact that nobody would shut up and just watch the damn movie- Ah, sorry.” He took a breath to regain his composure.

Will laughed lightly, and suddenly that chipmunk like sound was more endearing than annoying. “Like I said, it’s fine. I didn’t even get a bump on my head.” Nico smiled and glanced at the ground, searching for something to say. “Uh, my ride’s here. But… maybe you can let me borrow that book some day?”

Nico let out a small laugh. “Here,” he said, pulling the book out of his backpack. “I’ve read it a bunch of times anyway.”

“Oh. Thanks,” he said smiling brightly. “I’ll… see you tomorrow.” He turned away, holding the book tightly and went into his car. Nico kept his eyes on him as he opened the book the second he got in the car and he was driven away.

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