Smarty Pants (boyxboy)

CHAPTER 2

“Oh, president, what are you doing here?” I ask as I approach the boy, leaving my friends behind.

Of course, he startles and turns to me. Neither of us are wearing our school uniforms, he looks so cute in casual clothing.

“I'm getting dinner, fuck off.” He yells at me, not loud enough to catch the attention of people around though.

I'm here for dinner too, everyone here right now is. That's obvious enough, he knows that I know.

“Oh, so mean. Why in hell are you the president?” I shove my hands in my pocket and walk closer towards him, glad that he doesn't back away.

He lets out a sigh, he does that pretty often, maybe he's tired. “Leave me alone.” He turns his head away from me.

“If I did, you'd be lonely.” I tilt my head, a smirk on my face. He knows I'm right.

“Like I said, fuck off.” He says with a glare. It's weird when he looks at me that way, I can't tell if he really hates me or the glare is some kind of defense tactic.

I ignore his words though, moving on to something I'd noticed. “Why aren't you getting your food? Too distracted talking to me?”

He immediately looks around, realizing that we're both just standing in the middle of the cafeteria, and a blush appears on his face.

“Ugh, just leave me alone.” He says as he walks away from me, ending the conversation. He just grabs his food and goes back towards the dorms.

I frown to myself, sad that he's now gone. He must be pretty fed up with me, how amusing.

I take a deep breath and huff from my nose, my expression turning to one of irritation now. I'm hungry.

I turn back towards the table my friends are sitting at and quickly walk back over to where my food is. Obviously some of the food is missing, my friends couldn't possibly hold back while I was gone.

I sit back down with them, quietly listening to their conversation as I eat. Apparently one of them noticed my somber mood, turning to me with a confused look.

“Jeremiah, you gonna eat that?” My friend, Ethan, points to the cold soup on my tray, greedy as ever.

“Nah.” I shake my head and grab the small bowl, handing it to him. “You upset because Vincent left?” He asks as he grabs the bowl from my hand.

I nod my head and sigh. “Of course. He's so oblivious to my advances.” Ethan slaps my back, receiving a short scream from me.

“Don't give up, he'll realize eventually.” He tells me, not explaining the slap at all. “Oh my gosh, just tell him.” My other friend, Tanner, says as he rolls his eyes.

These idiots, so experienced sexually, but they haven't a single romantic thought. They've had girlfriends, but they're so stupid and can never keep them long enough to realize they actually liked her.

“You're both dumb. I'll do whatever I want.” I retort, now rolling my eyes. “Sure man, just know that you're fumbling hard.” Ethan says and Tanner nods his head in agreement.

I ignore them, letting them know I'm done with the conversation, and continue eating.

…

What an idiot. Why does he do that everytime I go out to eat? I can't get a moment of peace from him.

Even now, I'm eating by myself in my room, but I'm still thinking about him.

But what he said earlier, about me being lonely if he'd ever stop…I can't help but think it's true. I have gotten used to him messing with me, he shows up at least ten times every day.

Would I really care if he stopped? Or would I really be lonely? Maybe I wouldn't care at all, maybe if he'd stop then my days would be less stressful. I really don't know.

I should just stop thinking about this, it isn't helping. I sigh and open my laptop to put on some random show for me to watch while I finish up my dinner.

Then when I'm finished I bring the empty tray back to the cafeteria, glad that Jeremiah is gone by now. I went back to my room and was finally able to fall into my bed, and drift off to sleep.