[Just The Two Of Us ] LGBTQ+ OneShots

𝓡𝓲𝓿𝓪𝓵𝓼?

Word count: 1046

Marcus sat at the edge of the crowded lunch table, his ears tuned to the whispers that danced through the cafeteria like a cool breeze through the trees. The chatter was a blend of laughter, gossip, and the occasional heated debate about the latest sports match. He took a bite of his sandwich, his eyes fixed on the group of students huddled nearby, their heads bent in close discussion. They talked in hushed tones, their eyes gleaming with excitement. Marcus couldn't help but feel a twinge of curiosity, his heart skipping a beat as he recognized the name that kept popping up in their conversation.

It was Jason, the boy from the rival school, whose name seemed to hang in the air like a secret everyone was dying to uncover. Marcus had heard of him, of course - the star student, the one who had managed to outshine everyone with his wit and charm. It was said that Jason's grades were so high they could almost touch the ceiling of the school's hallowed halls. The whispers grew louder as someone mentioned a rumor about Jason's latest academic achievement, and Marcus felt a strange mix of admiration and envy.

The bell rang, signaling the end of lunch, and the students scattered like leaves in the wind. Marcus gathered his books and made his way to his next class, his mind still racing with thoughts of the elusive Jason. As he walked down the hallway, his gaze drifted to the trophy case, filled with awards that symbolized the long-standing rivalry between their two schools. Each victory was a testament to the endless battle for supremacy, a silent declaration of superiority that echoed through the corridors.

After school, Marcus found himself at the library, the one place where the line between enemy schools was blurred by the shared pursuit of knowledge. He sat at a table, surrounded by dusty tomes and the faint scent of ink, when he heard a voice that made his heart jump. It was Jason, his rival from the cafeteria whispers, checking out a book from the librarian. Marcus tried to ignore him, burying his nose in his homework, but his curiosity was like a magnet pulling him in.

Their eyes met briefly, and Marcus felt a jolt of recognition. Jason looked surprised, his gaze lingering on Marcus's uniform before quickly looking away. Marcus knew the drill. The rivalry between their schools was legendary, a feud that had existed for as long as anyone could remember.

As Jason turned the corner, Marcus couldn't help but let out a soft chuckle. The librarian, a stern woman known for her zero-tolerance policy on noise, shot him a sharp look. He immediately straightened up, pretending to be engrossed in his book, but the humor of the situation lingered. It was like they were in some kind of teenage spy movie, each one from the enemy camp, accidentally crossing paths in the most innocuous of places.

Jason, sensing the amusement in the air, looked up with a smirk. "Something funny, Tremont?" he quipped, referring to Marcus's school. Marcus felt a spark of annoyance, but also a strange thrill at the recognition. They were both in the same secret society of high achievers, hiding in plain sight.

"Just the plot twist," Marcus replied with a shrug, trying to play it cool. "I didn't know we shared a love for dusty old books."

Jason rolled his eyes, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "You think I'm that predictable?" He sauntered over to the table, the swagger of a boy who knew he was the king of his school. "Or maybe you're just surprised to find me outside the football field?"

Marcus raised an eyebrow, his pencil tapping a steady rhythm against the paper. "Actually, I thought you'd be busy planning world domination or something."

Jason's smirk grew wider. "Is that what they say about me at Tremont?"

Marcus feigned innocence. "Oh, I wouldn't know. We're too busy plotting our own rise to power over here."

Jason chuckled, his green eyes lighting up with amusement. "I'd expect nothing less from the school that thinks a good essay can change the world."

Marcus smirked. "And I'd expect nothing less from the school that thinks winning a football game is the key to eternal glory."

Jason leaned against the table, his arms folded across his chest. "Well, it does have its perks. The girls love a good victory parade."

Marcus scoffed. "And I'm sure the library is just swarming with admirers after your last game."

Jason chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Maybe not here, but you get the idea."

Marcus couldn't help but feel a strange warmth spread through him at the shared laughter. It was a small moment of camaraderie in a world that painted them as adversaries. He looked closer at Jason, noticing the way his hair fell over his forehead, the curve of his smile, and the way his eyes danced when he talked. It was as if he was seeing him for the first time, not just as a rival from the enemy school.

They talked for hours, their rivalry forgotten amidst discussions of favorite books and shared aspirations. Marcus found himself opening up about his passion for writing, his dreams of being a journalist, and his fears of never being good enough. Jason listened intently, nodding along, and eventually shared his own love for science and his ambition to become a doctor.

As the sun began to set, casting a warm glow through the library windows, Jason looked at his watch with a start. "Shit," he muttered, realizing how late it was. "I've got to go. I'm already in enough trouble for skipping practice."

Marcus nodded, his heart sinking. He didn't want their time together to end. "I guess we're not so different, huh?"

Jason's smile was genuine, no trace of the rivalry that had once stood between them. "Guess not." He paused, his gaze lingering on Marcus's face. "Maybe we should do this again?"

Marcus felt his cheeks flush. "Yeah," he agreed, trying to keep his voice steady. "It's been... nice."

Jason nodded, his eyes searching Marcus's. "See you around, Tremont."

Marcus watched him go, his heart racing in his chest. "Yeah," he murmured under his breath, his voice barely audible. "See you." The words hung in the air like a promise, unspoken but potent.

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This is a gift for all the people who have been waiting for the next update, I'm so sorry for taking such a long break and I hope this makes up for it. 💕